As the curtains were drawn and the band came out on the stage, the fans began to scream, but not so much because they loved the band, but rather because somebody had released thousands of poisonous snakes into the crowd.
When you think about it, a mountain is really nothing more than a “mountain” of rock and dirt; so I guess the name is pretty fitting...but at the same time I think we should keep an open mind about it, just in case somebody comes along with a better name.
I think the worst trial ever would be if you were a pioneer and you got a bad haircut, and then found out that you had cholera, and then your oxen caught on fire and died—all in the same day!