Someone who knows me must have created this editorial from today's Onion.

So this morning I run to Safeway to pick up a couple of blank video tapes – an emergency purchase for my habitual daily taping of, yes, The Joker's Wild. The clerk asks me if I want to donate a buck to prostate cancer research. I say yes. I'm handed a piece of paper:

This donation made in honor of: __________

I figure it's kind of stupid to make it in honor of myself, so I try to think fast of who will be honored by my 100-cent act of philanthropy. And so in a rare moment of inspiration, I fill in the blank with:

Frank Zappa

The clerk takes the slip of paper, then says "Thanks, Mr. Zappa." She catches herself and chuckles, the you're-a-smart-ass chuckle. She didn't know FZ died of prostate cancer, so I told her. Nice to impart trivial knowledge to other folks.