Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn’t seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other guy whips out his phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps, “My friend is dead! What can I do?” The operator says “Calm down. I can help. First, should make sure he’s dead.”
There is a silence, then a gun shot is heard.
Back on the phone, the guy says “OK, I’ve shot my friend in order to make sure that he was dead, per your request.”
“Oh, no!” said the operator. You’ve mistook my directions and now tragedy has befallen you both. For my role in this farce I will join the ranks of the accursed! Forever will I gnash my teeth in agony over this morbid, albeit comical, happening!”
“Damn my ignorance!” cried the living hunter. “What am I to do now? This black mark on my soul will surely torment me until my final days on this tainted blue orb!”
The operator waited to respond, “Ha…you said taint.”