Rev. Erudite Redneck, B.S., B.S., M.A., M.Div.

Ah, E.R. My heart truly goes out to you. That's the kind of thing I'd do. Like a hole in the head you need this.

Maybe that smell will attract the right buyer some day, you know how realtors tell you to bake cookies, right before a showing? Well, maybe you'll have a real meat lover come through and he/she will think "hot dang! that smells like a barbecue!"

Here's hoping anyway.
 

LOL. That sounds like a way to get ME to buy a house -- after it's subsided somewhat!
 

At least you didn't leave the house and go to the work office! Be grateful! Sorry to hear of your misadventure though!
 

The following is a true story, not to top yours, but to simply let you know I sympathize. In the fall of 1995, my parents, on their way to visit my aunt in Florida, stopped at our house in Virginia for a couple days. My wife had to go out the afternoon they were arriving, and I told her I would take care of dinner - meat loaf - and get and keep the house clean until they arrived. That I had never made meat loaf before was neither here nor there; that's what cookbooks and recipes are for, right?

I mixed the ingredients, searched for the proper loaf pan, and popped the meatloaf in the oven. Meanwhile, our then-puppy, Gretchen, needed to go out, so I put her on her chain out the carport door. I went back in and checked on the meatloaf - coming along swimmingly - and went back to let Gretchen in. I had not thought about the fact that (a) it was a wet, sloppy day; (b) she was a puppy who liked, no loved to dig. She was mud from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail. I picked her up (no easy feat; a four month old Great Dane puppy is the size of a nearly-grown lab) and carried her inside to the hall bathroom, so I could rinse her off in the tub. In the process, I became covered in mud.

Once the fight in the bathroom was over, our once-clean tub now looking like a foxhole at the Battle of the Bulge, and me both sweaty and filthy, I smelled something funny. Keeping the bathroom door shut (Gretchen was still wet) I saw smoke pouring out of the kitchen. The pan into which I had put the meatloaf was too small, and I had not putt a drip pan or foil underneath, and the inside of the oven was ablaze. At that moment, the doorbell rang signaling my parents' arrival. A still-dripping Gretchen bolted out of the not-shut bathroom door, to greet with cheer her grandparents, whose first words upon entering our house for the first time, were, "What the hell are you doing?"

In the end, my mother put out the grease fire in the oven with baking soda, we aired out the kitchen, and had a nice meal, laughing the whole time about it. I still cringe, however, when I think what a flop I had made of things.
 

I've done this with turkey bones, wanting to make stock for soup, and left it while I went away for the day. This is called a protein "fire" - and the smell of the protein smoke just won't leave the place by airing out (like normal smoke) unless you can find somewhere to borrow or rent an ozone air cleaner - a machine that works wonders where otherwise you'd have to wash and paint the whole house!

Hope all goes well!
 

Ugh. Febreze! Febreze! Febreze!

Is bein' a dork covered by homeowners insurance?
 

Usually it is - a friend of mine once put a turkey in the oven and turned on the self-clean at 500 degrees by mistake and insurance paid for it (painting, cleaning,shampooing carpets etc)
 

Any kind of high voltage electric arc creates Ozone. Borrow a "Jacobs Ladder" from some high school physics lab or make your own.
Get a transformer from a neon sign put two wire coat hangers on the contacts bend into a V shape, small part near the bottom turn it on and watch the arc climb up the wires. Massive amounts of Ozone will be generated and you and or Ice-T will die if you touch it.
Call in the pro's Bro.

For real you have to scrub down every surface with a degreaser (a protein/fat eater). Tops sides bottoms all of them.

I truly feel for you.

Wait, wait, I've thought of another solution. Of Course get a whole herd of hungary cats and let them lick it clean. That's how I clean my skillets. Now how are you going to attach them to the ceiling?
 

I mighta got lucky. I had the lid on the skillet. Smoke did go everywhere, but most of the grease was trapped, seems like. There's no grease film on the glass in the pictures in the front room ...
 

Barkeeper's Friend for the skillet.

The smell will dissipate, as long as there's no grease/soot deposited on stuff.