"What about the little doggie?" said an elderly voice. "What happens if it passes away, gods forbid?"
"The bank comes back to us, Aunt Careful," said Cosmo to a very small old lady in black lace, who was engaged in some embroidery.
"No matter how the little doggie dies?" said Aunt Carefulness Lavish, paying fastidious attention to her needlework. "There is always the option of poison, I am sure."
With an audible woosh, Aunt Careful's lawyer rose to his feet and said: "My client wishes to make it clear that she is merely referring to the general availability of noxious substances in general and this is not intended to be and in no way should be taken as an espousal of any illegal course of action."
He sat down again, fee earned.*
* For considering implications and intervening with due clarification: $AM 12.98p.
Terry Pratchett, Making Money