You’ve just been killed…
Never started a thread in the Circus before - I think this would work in heaven too but is probably more appropriate here…
Anyway, you’ve just been killed. Which fictional detective (book, TV, film) do you want to investigate? Also anyone you wouldn’t want?
I think for me I’d want Foyle. There’s just something about him looking disappointed and essentially shaming a confession.
I wouldn’t want Morse. He (at best) inconveniences too many people whom he wrongly fingers before eventually getting the right person.
Anyway, you’ve just been killed. Which fictional detective (book, TV, film) do you want to investigate? Also anyone you wouldn’t want?
I think for me I’d want Foyle. There’s just something about him looking disappointed and essentially shaming a confession.
I wouldn’t want Morse. He (at best) inconveniences too many people whom he wrongly fingers before eventually getting the right person.
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Or Vera Stanhope, who is so down to earth and doesn't have a life filled with complicated relationships to distract her from the job in hand. Unfortunately that would probably mean that my family has 'issues' that go back several generations.
Of course, living so near to Brighton it would probably fall to Roy Grace to get to the truth of my demise - which, unfortunately, means it was violent, bloody and probably protracted
Great bunch of folk, investigate with humour and always get their wo/man.
I think I would choose any of the four Ambrose Ganelons, with a preference for Ambrose I. Not for any particular reason, but only because that would mean I was killed in beautiful San Sebastiano, possibly at the casino. Possibly shot with a genuine Hrosco.
[Explanatory Note: James Powell, the author of the Ganelon stories, leatned early that if you name a real gun in your story, you will be bombarded with comments from "experts" telling you what trifling detail you got wrong. So he invented his own brand of gun, the Hrosco. Nobody can complain because a Hrosco does what a Hrosco does.]
@KarlLB wrote: »
My theory about amateur sleuths like Miss Marple is that they do the murders then frame some other sap. Similarly, there's an undetected serial killer in Midsomer who pins his crimes on a series of other people.
(shot for the makers of the gear's socials, outside the pavilion at Warborough, Oxon, which has been in dozens of episodes)
Statistically it's by far the most likely explanation for the facts.
You would say that, wouldn't you?
I suspect nobody ... I suspect everybody.
I am aware this would man it wouldn't get solved for 20 years or so, But I am in no hurry. I am dead after all.
You could make a whole thesis of it, @Heavenlyannie !
Oh great, so I'd get to meet my murderer in heaven, do I? Can see it now: 'So sorry old chap' ... 'you b*st*rd!'
Are you allowed to kick bastards who desperately deserve it in the nuts in heaven?
Asking for a friend, obviously.
Apropos of the topic title; istr at least one Brookmyre book starts this way.
Love that quote.
Talking of the title - The Lovely Bones is pretty much this story. With help from the dead person (sorry about spoilers, but it is in page 1 and the book is pretty old now).
We watch them the second time round, and can never remember who done it. They're on Talking Pictures.