I got a call from a fellow wedding photographer's wife this morning. I don't know him, but she's calling every local photographer looking for someone to cover her husband's upcoming weddings.
Apparently he works during the week doing some kind of work building high-end kitchens. I didn't get (nor did I want) the gory details, but apparently someone dropped or knocked over some plywood or sheetrock or something, hitting him in the back, forcing his hand into a spinning tablesaw blade. His index and middle fingers were completely severed, the thumb mostly, and the outlook for saving them is bleak. And a photographer who can't grasp or manipulate a camera isn't too effective.
So, even though I think the Sawstop isn't that much better a saw than my Grizzly, I'm picking up my new PCS in the morning. I realized that losing a single wedding would cost me more than the Sawstop would.