Many years ago I used to set type for a printer in California. One of our clients was a local weekly rag. We would set the type, compose the paper and print it for them. They got lazier and lazier as time went on and got to where they would just send us a form and expect us to write the obituary for them. One day I got annoyed and wrote a really good one containing, among other things:
“Mrs. Velda Nurd kicked the bucket last Tuesday much to the immense relief of her unloving husband George and her three ungrateful children.”
My boss let me send it to them on proof, and when they called to complain, he said “That’s our way of telling you we aren’t your writers!”