You have my sympathy! I'll tell you a story in hopes of making you laugh.
Twas the night before my wedding reception (we had a short/private wedding the week before), and I was smoking 4 pork shoulders on my two vertical smokers. Just like
WSM's except extremely old and cheap! I was doing 3 of them "normal" and 1 Carolina style. Needless to say I was happy as could be, with no work the next day, lots of meat smoking, music blaring, and a generous amount of Jagermeister in me. All 4 shoulders hit the stall period around 3-4am, which meant I was a good 3-4 hours behind on getting them done, pulling them, getting showered and dressed, and driving everything to the venue which was a good hour away. I decided to take action and wrap them in foil while bumping my temps up a bit to help push through that stall period. 7-8am rolls around and I see we're coming out of the stall period and things are back on track. Time to lose the foil. Seeing how I was too dumb to invest in silly things like gloves or smokers built
after the Reagan administration I had a certain way to fold the foil around my pork shoulders so that I could simply grab the corners and pulling up so the meat sort of flips out of the foil and back onto the grate. This was too much for my poor smoker to bear, so the little metal tabs holding the grate up broke. The grate fell similar to yours, onto the lower rack and the pork shoulder there, breaking one of those metal tabs sending both shoulders down to say hi to my drip pan. The water pan's tabs broke as well, sending EVERYTHING down into the fire. So as this scene was unfolding I kept leaning further and further down into my smoker trying to save things. I never moved so fast as when the water pan hit the fire and a Mt. Saint Helens-like cloud of steam and ash came up to say hello to my face.
Luckily, my pork shoulders weren't messed up, and I was able to move them to be with the other two on my other smoker. I was even more lucky that the abundant natural light at the reception venue didn't highlight that I was a custom shade of pink-ish red.
So don't feel bad at all. These are the stories we tell each other over a beer.....while smoking meats on our new smokers.