Once upon a time, the villagers cornered the Count. They brandished pitchforks, torches, garlic and wooden stakes, and they cried, “Burn the bloodsucker!”
The Count pleaded, “But I was a defender of the people! I led the fight against the invaders! It was I who defeated the infidels!”
The villagers said, “But now there is peace, yet you still feed upon us! What have you done for us lately? Those who do not work shall not eat!”
The Bishop proposed a compromise. So they forced the Count into an iron coffin, and they welded it shut, and they overcharge tourists to see it, and they’ll let him out next war.
Moral: There’s no such thing as a free lunch.