Right after dinner, Bill sets up the coffee pot and switches it on, when he gets up. Therefor, when I stumble out to the kitchen, there is coffee waiting for me.
A couple of weeks ago, he forgot to do it, on a Friday. I woke up, before he did and there was no coffee. He was awakened by a very loud "OH S---!" Discretion being the better part of valor, Bill opted to pull the covers over his head and wait out the storm. He didn't get up, for another hour. By then, I was on my third cup and not quite as likely to throttle him.