Coach, this is a Viking stove! To toss it in favor of electric would be tantamount to kicking
the lovely and elegant Clare Boothe Luce out of your bed and out into the snow, in favor
of the dirty, hairy, smelly DUmmy hippywife.
I dunno if you were active here at the time, GOBUCKS, sir--there was a time when you had gone away for a while--but I long ago described my animosity towards natural-gas appliances.
Seared in the memory of my childhood, engraved in granite, is the time some farmer alongside the Platte River was messing with a natural-gas stove.
Parts of his body were found in three counties (admittedly, the farm was near a county line), and the biggest piece was a whole entire leg, dangling down a tree as if a stocking hung on the fireplace mantle at Christmas.
No, I didn't see it myself, being too young; it was however explained to me.
I never heard of an electric stove doing anything like that.