Last Sunday, exactly a week after pi day, I decided to cook one on my semi-famous fruit pies, peach and blueberry. I was upstairs reading "The Armada" by Mattingly, a really good book, and running downstairs every few minutes to check on my pie. One of those runs down the stairs went amiss. Mo heard a huge crash and thought it was an earthquake, but it was me. She found me at the bottom, crumpled up in a pool of blood, so grabbed a phone and started CPR and called 911. The 911 lady managed to turn on her speakerphone function remotely, somehow, and talked to her throughout. Saved my life, probably. The EMTs showed up in ten minutes and carted me off, and Mo remembered to turn the oven off before leaving but didn't remove the pie until late that night (they wouldn't let her stay overnight in Intensive Care.)
Bottom line: the oven and the pie gradually cooled to room temp, and the pie is magnificent, best I've ever baked, beautifully creamy inside, and the crust is great.