All smells must come to an end

So, I asked when the dudes were coming to replace our stinky washer of doom and take it into oblivion or some other such place. I figured I should be home when they dealt with it as is the custom with such things.

I asked during the school day, and the answer surprised me a bit. They already took care of it. We officially have a new washer that should work and doesn't smell like sulfurous hell-water. Of death.

Where did the old one go? I'd like to think it found a good home. At the bottom of a cliff. Or a shooting range. Or the dump. That works, too.