Russell Gayer, author speaker
I learned a new word this week. Pentheraphobia is a fear of your mother-in-law. While I was never afraid of mine, I know people who cower at the mere mention of their mother-in-law’s name—and with good reason.
Mothers are a protective lot. Sometimes overly protective. If her Baby stops by, or calls to vent about a relationship problem with a spouse, whose side do you think Mommy is going to take?
The tension escalates when Baby’s spouse appears to be “a lazy, no good, worthless piece of horse dung.” To which the spouse responds by pointing out Mommy’s exceptional talent as “an overbearing, Nazi witch.” Now, the table is set for a long and resentful relationship.
Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?
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Detective Lowry’s phone hadn’t stopped ringing since the release of the murder victim’s name. Confessions poured in. At first only ten people admitted to the crime, but that number had passed twenty-five and was still growing each day.
It seems everyone who’d encountered the old Scot wanted to see him get his just deserves. According to Medical Examiner Gayer, the causes of death were drowning, strangulation, blunt trauma, knife wounds, and gunshots, among other things.
“This man truly died a thousand deaths,” Gayer said.
“It could’ve been worse.” Lowry shook his head. “At least he wasn’t trampled by pink pachyderms.”
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Nailer of a last line, Russell!
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Thank you, C.E. A pink pachyderm never forgets.
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Dear Medical Examiner Gayer,
Now you can’t pin this one on a single mime. She’s one of many who wanted to put an end to the rampaging Scot. I suspect that by the end of the week there will be another 25 or more confessions. Good luck solving that one Detective Lowry. (By the way, while you were investigating this crime, Shelley broke into your house and ripped off every do not remove tags. Eliza Jane isn’t much of a watch dog).
As it stands now I’ve received at least 50 Dear Abby letters, ranging from inquiries on how to remove blood stains from pink elephants to which poison works better, cyanide or arsenic. My editor’s pulling her hair out.
I understand the ME with a red nose. He keeps his patients entertained. I’ll end this blather now.
Shalom,
Jean Phillips W(T)F
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Dear Jeanne Phillips W(T)F,
Fortunately the dead are easily amused and don’t recoil at the sight of my nose.
You’re right about Liza Jane not being much of a watchdog. In fact, she probably helped turn over the cushions to ensure Shelley didn’t miss a single tag. With a little face-paint, she could become a canine mine (how I shudder at the thought!).
No need to thank me for the letters. I expect you’ll get more mail than Santa Claus. Of course, he only works one night a year.
Best regards,
Medical Examiner Gayer
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Hah!
He thought he could escape to France, but AnElephant never forgets.
Or forgives.
AnElephant’s proboscis is surprisingly adept at strangulation.
I wouldn’t normally admit to this, but I know that no one reads this rubbish anyway.
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Ah, I suspected you’d return to the scene of the crime. Just wanted to get a few more kicks in on poor Mr. Ayr’s corpse, I suppose.
Well, you’re not going to jail, and I doubt there’s a circus who would have you (other than FFF).
You’re right, no one reads this rubbish anyway.
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The mother-in-law did it!
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That’s ALWAYS a possibility.
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It looks like poor Lowry has an embarrassing amount of suspects to choose from…
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It would be easier just to count those who don’t confess.
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Love the last line!!! Wondering if the old Scot hadn’t seen his share of pink elephants in his heyday.
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Not only has he seen them, he is one.
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What a great part II to Rochelle’s story! And I love that you brought in the pink elephant! Haven’t seen him in a long while. But we know the pachyderm, while pink, is a he… and the old Scot was definitely done in by a woman…
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Whether mime or model female, it was most definitely a woman. 😉
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Rarely a week goes by when someone doesn’t meet their demise on his site–usually a woman. This was bound to happen sooner or later.
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Absolutely. About time he gets done in.
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he must have done something extraordinary to a lot of folks to be dispensed with in such fashion. i won’t be surprised if he qualifies for the guinness world of records. 🙂
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I think it was the sheer volume of literary deaths that finally caught up with him.
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Popular kind of guy, huh? My heart bleeds for him. Well, maybe it seeps a little…
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Maybe just a small drop or two…
I’m sure he appreciates the sympathy.
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Thank you. I’m flattered you thought it was worthy of reblogging. 🙂
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I’m the best kind of mother-in-law, one who lives in another country whom you’ve never met. Just try nagging over email. It’s darn near impossible. —- Suzanne
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Thanks for commenting on the mother-in-law intro, Suzanne.
Yes, nagging by email just isn’t the same. It lacks the vocal tones and body language that creates anger and tension. Maybe you could make a video?
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That’s an idea as even Skype blunts the effect. 😀 — Suzanne
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Haha! Poor CE. If the arsenic don’t get you the pachyderms will!
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Yes, I hear the trampling of their hoof beats now.
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How did Medical Examiner Gayer miss the pink pachyderm pounding he also received? Who hired this guy? We need Quincy!
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Lowry usually hangs out with Detective Blockson, a large-nose Jewish guy from Philadelphia who can sniff out pink elephants wherever they hide. Quncy would be a downgrade from Blockson.
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I imagine the confession count is in the hundreds by now! While you’re at it, add my name to the list!
My go at Friday Fictioneers!
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You too? I’m shocked. You seem like such a peaceful sort.
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He must have been an awful sort. Seems people were lining up to do him in.
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Devious might be an appropriate description. At least all his murders were or the literary sort. 🙂
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The old Scot appears to be much loved in the place he lived. With so many friends, he did not need an enemy.
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Yes, he is pretty well thought of. It was fun making light of him and all his literary murders.
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From ten to twenty-five, this guys deserved to be done in by a pack of pink pachyderms. Don’t think he was a good sort. Hey, maybe it was a pack of mother-in-laws?!
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Mother-in-laws are definite suspects. 🙂
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Dear Medical Examiner Gayer,
Is there no upper limit to the number of causes for a single death? Not that the person has to be a single… well, you know what I mean.
Awaiting your expert response,
Mags
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Dear Mags,
Generally, we try to pare down to a single cause for death certificate. This is an extraordinary case. I guess the best thing to do is put all the options in a hat and draw one for the records.
Thanks for asking,
Medical Examiner Gayer
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The pink pachyderms would never do that. That was fun. Murder on the Fictioneers’ Express.
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Yes, it was fun playing off Rochelle’s post. We had a lot of fun at the old Scot’s expense.
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Russell,
Not sure what to say to all of this, except that the cheque is in the mail. I’ll bbe nice to you all and live to write another day.
Best wishes,
Rowena
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