And it was at that precise moment that the florid man with the enormous eyebrows made a peculiar sound like “Hrrrrrrrrrr”, clutched his chest, and pitched forward, straight into a rather large slice of prime rib that was so rare it seemed to be still pulsing with life.
The man, however, was not pulsing, with life or anything. In that brief moment, he was knocked stone cold dead.
“Well, I never!” cried Melody, as if angered that the man dared to behave so poorly at the dinner table.
Pepper Wellington jumped up, took the man’s pulse, and shook her head. “He never will either,” she said. “He’s expired, I’m afraid.”
From "Pepper Wellington and the Case of the Missing Sausage" by Tanya Eby