I recall a time when a certain British Sunday newspaper had a slow week and thus ran with a story about a married vicar who had had an affair with a parishioner.
It was not really a big deal. No choirboys were involved. The woman was an adult. It happened.
But the newspaper figured the piece would provide SOME entertainment for the plebs, as they waited for their Sunday lunches to appear.
On the Monday morning, the vicar was found hanging in the vestry.
The thing was, while the story was one the readers would have forgotten before they reached the Sports section – to the vicar, his LIFE just got SMASHED.
Here is a link – unrelated to the above story…