Here's a little "strike-anywhere match" story of my own. My ex-wife was having one of her fits with me once, back in about 1988 at our house in Columbia, SC. She angrily threw a full box of strike-anywheres at me that I kept on the fireplace mantel. I ducked and it hit the wall behind me and fell behind the couch. After her rage subsided, I smelled and noticed the room engulfed in a thick cloud of white smoke near the ceiling. I later found it was the box of matches, behind the couch. Every one of them was now ruined, each head ignited and then snuffed out for lack of oxygen, in the still tightly closed box, thank goodness! The impact created a spark, and that was it!