My old job as a public defender had the “fork”, which was bestowed upon the person who went above and beyond the call of duty in an incredibly pointless quest which did nothing remotely positive for the client, got everyone in the legal system pissed at the attorney, and basically was a suicide mission of the highest order.
The fork was presented in an office-wide ceremony, and it was a great honor to receive the fork. (the fork in question was part of an old set of fireplace tools, which had the see no evil speak no evil hear no evil monkeys on the handle)
Why a fork, you ask?
Comes from an old joke.
3 legal types (a judge, a prosecutor, and a defense attorney) are lost in the amazon, and come across the world’s only English speaking tribe of cannibals.
The head cannibal comes up to them and says, “we have good news and bad news for you. The bad news is that we’re going to kill you, eat you, and use your skins to make our canoes. The good news is that you get to choose how you want to die.”
The judge says, “I want to go quickly. Shoot me in the head.”
So they do, and then eat him, and use the skin to make a canoe.
The prosecutor says, “I want to go painlessly. Give me poison.”
So they do, and then eat him, and use the skin to make a canoe.
The criminal defense attorney says, " I want a fork."
So they give him a fork, and he starts plunging it into his body, over, and over again. He’s grimacing in pain, and blood is slowly dripping from the wounds.
The cannibal says," Good lord, man, doesn’t that hurt?"
The c.d.a. says, “Hurts worse than you can possibly imagine.”
The cannibal replies, “So why are you doing it?”
The c.d.a. says, “You can kill me, and you can certainly eat me, but so much for your f*cking canoe!”