I used to live in a 2nd story studio apartment. I had a full sized overstuffed leather couch. The front door had it's own tiny stoop up a steep flight of stairs, and the front door opened onto a tiny coat closet that made it functionally impossible to get the couch aligned and out the door when it was time to move out. After a solid half hour of getting my ass kicked into my hatband trying to configure the couch in such a way that it'd go out the front door I said to hell with it, grabbed my harness, some slings, and a climbing rope, rigged the thing on a cowtail and rappelled off the deck with it. To this day I cannot for the life of me remember how in the hell I managed to get that couch into that apartment.