It was a fine summer morning,
the kind to make a man happy to be alive.
And probably the man
would have been happier to be alive.
He was, in fact, dead.
It would be hard to be deader
without special training.
"Well, now," said Sergeant Colon (Ankh-Morpork City Guard, Night Watch), consulting his notebook, "so far we have cause of death as a) being beaten with at least one blunt instrument b) being strangled with a string of sausages and c) being savaged by at least two animals with big sharp teeth. What do we do now, Nobby?"
"Arrest the suspect, Sarge," said Corporal Nobbs, saluting smartly.
"Him," said Nobby, prodding the corpse with his boot. "I call it highly suspicious, being dead like that. He's been drinking, too. We could do him for being dead and disorderly."
Colon scratched his head. Arresting the corpse offered, of course, certain advantages. But...
"I reckon," he said slowly, "that Captain Vimes'll want this one sorted out. You'd better bring it back to the Watch House, Nobby."
"And then can we eat the sausages, sarge?" said Corporal Nobbs.
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