You receive notification that you are to inherit a splendid classical Tuscan villa from a relative you didn't know existed.
Excitedly, you fly in to view whilst your lawyers are working on the transfer deeds.
You are greeted on the threshold by a beautiful serving girl who, after feeding you a juicy grape, utters the Curse of the Vestals which comes with the property. Although the girl only speaks Latin, you somehow understand the meaning of her incantation,
"It is the will of Coelia Concordia that if the mistress of the house lies with another, she will be buried alive as those of millennia afore."
You try to put an urgent call through to your lawyers, but keep hitting the wrong numbers...
I really wish I had come up with a more jolly post.