Actually, good sir, you are completely, absolutely and utterly and terribly and mustardly mistaken with your erroneous assumptions of preposterousness. In actual fact, it was partially the fault of the household butler, Mr Davenport. You see, he's an old kind of fellow, what with his white hair and whatnot, and therefore has a rather curous tendency to at times be very incredibly hard of hearing. Indeed, very much so. So one fine day, ol' Davenport was fulfilling his everyday duties which were fabulously expected of him, in some sort of marvelous fashion, and he hears some sort of nonsense going on in another room. Being an inquisitive kind of chap, he inquisitively inquisitated the local area in a display of what could only be suggested to be ravishing... Upon this action however, he makes out a voice which seems to belong to none other than his employer, Dr Flambacht, a Prussian aristocrat who is completely unaware of the undoing of his motherland. However, at this stage it was apparent this very same doctor was remarking to an anonymous individual that the new butler was superb, and much more efficient in tasks than the previous. It occurred to Mr Davenport that his ancestry had served the Flambacht aristocracy for generations, and with an unfathomable proportion of loyalty and dexterity to spare. Also, he was very poor, and otherwise without a survivable income. Of course, with this firsthand information at hand, the butler was unable to handle the knowledge that he had been replaced. Therefore, with spectacular form, he uncontrollably burst through the door, with the intention to grab the figure who was in conversation with his employer. Enraged, he flung the personhood out of the window, with every inclination to remove the usurper from this world. He was of course, then informed that he had not thrown a new butler out of the window, but had in fact thrown delicious and perfectly fine new butter. Many such butters lost their lives that day, a tragedy indeed.