I bumped off an obnoxious member of the board of my former co op. I did it in a short story, so the police won't care. It was highly satisfactory, and I intend to kill the rest of those jerks too, in stories, of course. I'm having a wonderful time thinking up nasty ends for them.
Umberto Ecco says he wrote "The Name of the Rose" because he wanted to kill a monk. Murder by keyboard is extremely satisfactory.