The Afterlife

They found him afloat in the mossy fountain of the square at dawn. A nearby dig was in full swing. The season was about to begin so they had to whisk the archeological bits away. That same morning, a novice actor stumbled on a new aping angle in the mirror for a bad whodunit and later kidded himself into autoasphyxiation while wearing a hairnet. He was quite fond of Hercule Poirot, you see. A bit on the heavy side. The man from the square and the actor looked alike, but were decidedly unpopular with the locals. Both men lived very far apart and somehow ended up in the same rag.