"Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy," the barista comments, looking at the front page of your paper.
"Buried at sea," you answer, setting up what you think will be an epic punchline, barely able to conceal your grin. "Sounds a little fishy if you ask me."
The barista glares angrily at you, takes away your coffee, and asks you to leave. A few people nearby overheard your joke also, and you can hear them muttering in harsh, raised voices about sedition, enemies of the nation. You grab your cane and--