In England, we called them “sub-editors”. Those washed-up former journalists who’ve given up any dreams of a career to sit behind a copy desk insulting everyone, and who spend their lunch hours, evenings, weekends, and early mornings in the pub, playing darts, AND coming up with headlines like this:
NY POST TURNER OBIT: ACKNOWLEDGING THE ELEPHANT…

Thanks to JQS and Best Week Ever. And cheers to the headline writers, who are probably out “celebrating” by now—it’s 2:35 Eastern time, after all.