- The future victim has one heck of a last day antagonising everyone they come into contact with, thereby ensuring at least three suspects.
- Right before being murdered, the victim answers the door or turns around in a secluded place and says to an unseen person, “What do you want?” or “Oh, it’s you.” Bam!
- When informed of the murder, most of the suspects don’t even pretend to be sad or shocked, seeing this instead as an opportunity to trash talk the victim to people who are paid to be interested in their petty grievances.
- Despite #3, every suspect sooner or later says with great haughtiness to the detectives, “What, you don’t suspect I could have killed him!” or “Surely you can’t think I had anything to do with it!”
- The family/closest associates of the victim, even if they were devastated by the murder, are pretty well over it by their next scene. They’re back to work or attending a horse race or sleeping with the milkman or chairing a community board meeting the very next day, if not later the same day. You win some and you lose some, I guess.
- Someone is arrested, but we, the audience, know that as guilty as this dude seems, he isn’t the real murderer, if only because there’s still an hour to go. The detectives also come to realise their error, but not before giving the falsely accused many dirty looks.
- The murder is solved – for real this time – and the culprit confesses everything in enough detail to make their future defense lawyer weep. In the remaining forty-five seconds, we learn the deserving person inherits the estate, the undeserving person gets snubbed at the village pub, the young lovers are reunited, the old people rejoice at having grown a perfect rose, and the detectives retire to celebrate together because after a long, stressful period at work who wouldn’t want to spend even more time with their co-workers?
Category: laughs
it’s funny because it’s true

Any time I ever mention this very scenario as being the main drawback of having a birthday so close to Christmas, some fool always pipes up and says no way, that would never happen, no one could be so clueless. WRONG. And somewhere out there a lone and bitter meme-maker knows it all too well.
today’s mood

oh dear

I can just imagine what these would look like on chubby, squat little me. Good god.
yeah, it’s been that kind of week

better than any horoscope

Now, I’m not saying I agree completely with the percentages in this obviously thoroughly researched study—October seems pretty low, in my experience—but, on the whole, I’d say it’s quite accurate…
how to make your cat hate you even more than it already does

Seriously, that woman is dead the second she lets the cat out of that thing, right?
and you think you’re having a rough day

Okay, so maybe this is a bit of an unlikely story, but the true highlight here is that someone thought to name a duck Rhadamanthus. I love it. Rhadamanthus – son of Zeus, king of Crete and one of the judges in the underworld. That’s a bad-ass duck.