This wouldn't be so bad if it hadn't been blatantly obvious that it was a deadly trap with an obscenely high DC he was walking into.

Angelo was a human male monk. Party was in a dungeon and getting ready to cross a hallway when they were ambushed by a few abishai scouts. They weren't meant to be a challenge, just a warning shot. So when one was flung out into the hallway and skid across the floor, it set off a whirling blade trap--a clear message from the DM that this probably wasn't the best way to get to the other side without some creative problem solving.

Nope. Angelo had to jump right in, counting on his half decent reflex save to save him.

Needless to say, the term "It's raining monk" is on our quotes board, and Angelo will rest in pureed pieces.