There’s a line in one of Joseph Wambaugh’s books where a has-been/retired/embittered ex-employee of one of the Hollywood studios is being interviewed by the cops. He expresses his hate for his former employer by telling the cops that when he dies he wants to be cremated, have his ashes mixed with toxic waste, and be dumped from an airplane over Universal/Warner Bros./whoever studio lots.
Four horses of the apocolypse?