Some poor bastid, one Roy Criscione, is murdered when he takes a bullet to the back of his head and then his car crashes into a Ficus tree and over 90% of the words in the story are devoted to the damage caused to the frigging Ficus and the emotions of the property owner where the Ficus exists.
The Media wonders why they are so loathed.
It is possible that there is another identifiable profession that is loathed with such intensity - but that is only in theory.
