My mom turns 67 today.
Last night we did dinner and cake with the family. My sister felt compelled to use 67 candles, effectively aerating the cake and necessitating a flame thrower.
About halfway through lighting the candles, the heat started creating some sort or birthday candle mirage, doubling the images of the lighted candles. Perhaps a sign that a symbolic 67 versus a literal 67 would have been safer and more environmentally friendly.