So there I am. Laying in my bed, at that point when you're almost asleep and you can think, but not move...and for a while now, my ceiling has been slowly sinking....so it wouldn't be uncommon for me to wake up and find pieces of ceiling in my bed....but now, i can hear the pieces trickling faster...closer together. i strain to listen as hard as i can...i can hear it creaking...i think to myself, oh shit, that's gonna go...i ponder how much time i have before it goes...3 minutes? I jump up, move the antique table my grandfather made out of the way, remove a vase, candle holder, picture frame, move some shit out of the way...and not 30 seconds from jumping out of bed, the god damned ceiling showers down, spraying a thick gritty dust (possibly lead) over my entire bedroom. Covers my whole bed, all my furniture, window treatments, the 30 or so hangers spilled on the floor, MY CLOTHES because i have no closet and they're just on a rack out in the open. I'm gonna sue the pants off 'em. 
yeah, fuck 'em and sue 'em. or sue 'em and fuck 'em, however it goes. did anything fall into your room from the floor above; like a person?