Steve Haynie's post hits pretty close to home - after all, Rhode Island (where I live) is not an especially big state.
A woman I used to work with was at the Station nightclub the night of the fire. She was pressed up against the emergency exit door's panic bar, as the fire took hold, but couldn't open the door. As she told it to me "It was broken; I couldn't open it, and I woke up in a snow drift" or something like that. Horrifying.
I think what actually happened is the crush of the crowd pushed her so hard against the door that her body was pressed against the panic bar, forcing it to open, which "blew" her a few feet into a snowdrift. She told me she "came to" cold, wet, scared and covered with snow. She and her boyfriend got out of it with a few bruises and survivor's guilt. All of that is a good thing to avoid.
Be careful with that styrofoam! Get the good stuff.