The first time a bunch of people died, the Canadian government told me that bereavement was not grounds for overstaying a visa, I told them to get fuzzy bunnyed, did what I had to do and then got kicked out.
Second time I was applying for permanent residency and they told me it was taking longer and that I would need to get my work permit renewed. My employers didn't want to jump through the hoops to get it ignored and I got kicked out. They managed to lose $350,000 from the department I managed shortly thereafter.
Fast forward two years and just before I get back into Kanuckistan, I find out the reason it took longer was because the gummint lost my application.
Fun story: the night before I was to leave Canada, I rang up a 4-figure tab at my favorite bar partying. I got on the plane still drunk, got a hangover and fuzzy bunnyrightoff-thousand feet and skipped customs to get a beer in the airport when I landed back in the Bahamas. What I didn't know, and the dude who drove me to the airport had to tell me, was that in order to get onto the plane I sauntered/stumbled past the entire line, politely waited for someone to be done at the check-in counter and then sauntered up, slapping down my passports, plane ticket and deportation order.
"Deport me, bitches!" could be heard from outside the terminal.
