One day, Steve was punching a tree.
"Punchie, punch punchity pawnch pawnch," he sang merrily, collecting the wood.
He made a pickaxe, and after an hour he had a stone house, equipped with traps and mob grinders. Steve also had some iron and gold. Steve thought nothing could ever go wrong until one day...
"Stan! Stan, wake up!" Steve yelled to his sleeping roommate. "It's time to mine!"
Stan jumped up and grabbed his iron pickaxe.
"Yeah!" said Stan enthusiastically. "We're gonna strike diamond tonight!"
In Steve's mine, Stan was mining in one corner with Steve somewhere beside him.
Stan suddenly shouted and Steve looked at him. Lava was pouring from a hole in the stone!
The miners tried to stem the flow with some spare blocks, but they all burned. They made a dash for the ladder, but it had melted.
By the time smoke started rising to the surface, the small mine was filled with lava.
The next day, other miners had seen the mine. The lava had been extinguished and the roommates' charred bodies were found.
Steve and Stan never respawned.