The latest can’t-lose financial scheme being pitched at me starts with this heartrending introduction:
Greetings to you and Please permit me to introduce myself. I am Mr Binyamin
Perez a crude oil Merchant from the Middle east before I was diagnosed
with esophageal cancer which has defiled all medical solutions and according
to medical experts I only have a few more months to live.
Perhaps they did use spell-check. It didn’t help.
I hate to be unfeeling, but now if the rest of us get sick, apparently we’re screwed, right?
Some of “the rest of us” are already sick.
sigh
I didn’t mean to imply that you were sick in the head, but I just realised you might’ve read it that way.
I meant that I am sick in the thyroid. Sorry! 
Ew.
No, no problem, I didn’t read it that way at all.
Tough luck, emm…sheesh, you get a chance to connect with a wealthy oil merchant with one foot in the grave – but then he admits he’s…crude. Dang. Who needs it. Better luck next time. 
Has anyone told Amar that all his medical solutions are now defiled?
He’s out to the loo…admiring that pink thing of his.
Hey, he got “esophageal” right. Not sure I could do so well.
Yes, I have no quibble with the spelling. Crude and Defiled are perfectly spelled.
context checking is trickier than spelling!
Damn, I thought this wealthy guy had singled me out. Especially since the letter began, “Blessed one.” Although, on second thought, maybe he doesn’t know the defilition of blessed.
Oh, and I thought you meant a different kind of dubious propostion. Something like “Wanna come over tonight and… you know? My roomate’s out of town.”
I got the same email.
The sad thing is that there is likely one person who is naive and caring and new to the Internet who’ll respond and lose all his savings.
I’m getting fat, does that count? 