Been to Branson twice, hubby vows he will never go again. The first time, just as we landed in Branson, my husband received the call that his sister had passed away. Obviously we were not in the mood for too much fun. The second time we went to Dixie Stampede the first night (great show!) the next morning my husband's aorta burst! seven out of ten people have five minutes to live when that happens. One Medivac flight to Springfield and three weeks in ICU, he is good as new but he does not want to visit Branson any more.