In their escape from the evil clutches of King Minos in the land of Crete, the ever inventive craftsman Daedalus fashioned two pair of wings for his son Icarus and himself. Before taking off, the father told his son to neither fly too close to the sun nor too hover too close to the sea. The sea will dampen his wings and bring him down, and the sun well...you'll see!
Young eager Icarus took off in a hurry. The thrill of flying won over his rational senses. He had forgotten about his father's warning and flew higher and higher into the ominous red sky. Suddenly, his back and torso felt all gooey and stuff, and he realized his waxy wings were melting. He was in deep shizkabob.
When he plummeted down to Earth, he did not crash in the later name Icarian sea, as told by mythology. Nope, he actually landed somewhere near a tribe full of hot shirtless men! Not a bad way to die, to be honest!