Wherein gravity has nice timing

Ziggy's house. He has set up 3 hammocks outside. One rather small one contains Nick. Footwards of it is a rather large one containing me and Jeremy. Finally there is one directly above us containing Ziggy himself. (As usual, quotes are approximate.)

Jeremy: I wonder how much weight these hammocks are supporting?
Nick: Well, I'm directly below the rope...
Jeremy: Eh, forget about the physics. Just how much weight?
Ziggy: Well, me and Jeremy together weigh about 335 pounds...
Nick: And I weight 160, so that's 500, and then Harry makes...
[rope at Nick's end breaks]
[Jeremy and I fall to ground]
[Nick falls to ground]
[Ziggy falls on top of me and Jeremy]
Ziggy: Fuck!
Me: Fuck!
Nick: ...TOO MUCH!