You guys are too funny.
I have a big boat. I spend a lot of money to upgrade the first class staterooms at the expense of hull maintenance. One night, the boat hits an iceberg, which pierces the weakened hull. The boat begins filling with water, slowly at first, and then at an increasingly alarming rate. The poor folks in steerage are forced to flee to the decks, some are sucked out of the hole to their deaths, and some have to move in with their parents. Fortunately, I have reached mandatory retirement age, so I am helicoptered off of the boat as it continues to fill with water.
The young upstart replacing me immediately has powerful bilge pumps flown in to empty the water. He (slowly) brings in skilled divers to fix the whole. And he orders a comprehensive examination of the ship's hull and other essential components I had to let slide so I could hook up my buddies in first class. This all costs money, and people are trying to blame it on me.
Fortunately for my reputation, my friends still on the boat are blaming the whole mess on the new captain. "There's a hole in the boat, and it's your boat, so it's your fault!" they say to him. "You are spending more money trying to keep the boat from sinking than your predecessor did on gold-flaked toilet paper and caviar baths in the first class staterooms!" they scream. "How dare you!!!"
So far, it seems to be working, mainly because most of the people on the ship, and especially me remaining friends are extraordinarily stupid, gullible, and angry about their own lives and need someone to blame.
But what do I care? It's his ship now. I'm back at home, building a library that will tell the story of how I kept every part of that ship in tip top shape.