I had a hand-me-down sleeper sofa that I owned during the period of my life where I moved the most. This was the one item that I always needed the most help moving. My best friend Chris wound up being nominated for the job more than half the time. He came to really hate that couch. When it finally reached the end of its life Chris helped me move it to its final resting place next to the dumpster. He then went to his car and got out a hatchet. I left the two of them alone so he could work out his frustrations.