You know, as I cleaned my stovetop yesterday morning, simply soaking some of the difficult stuff with 409 and letting it go, I thought, "I should call my kids in to show them what a perfectly-clean-for-Pesach-according-to-halacha-rather-than-shthus" stove looks like. I've already instructed them that in looking for chametz in the rest of the house they're looking for pieces the size of an cheerio, or bigger. Some day they may need to explain to their wives (because no husband would do this nonsense!) that "really, dear, you're not required in halacha to wash the ceiling."