This is the last picture of aunt Mabel’s eighth husband Benjamin (usually called just Bennie). Alive that is. When the criminal investigators arrived they took a whole bunch of pictures after aunt Mable let go both barrels and blew his head clean away trying to get some dog shit off her shoe.
The investigators had a hard time as the cigarette Bennie had just lit landed on the dry lawn and set the grass on fire ruining what little evidence there might have been. They also had difficulties getting a reasonable answer out of aunt Mabel as the shock had made her temporarily take totally leave of her senses and was only able to communicate through her ventriloquist dolls and incoherently at that.
Poor Bennie was as you might have guessed buried in a closed coffin at a funeral aunt Mabel was unable to attend as she insisted on bringing her dolls and hold a memorial speech through one of them. The priest who performed the funeral service told her family he found the idea preposterous.
Benjamin’s sisters, Gilda and Agnes who were only slightly more in control of their senses than aunt Mabel held the speech in her absence. They did so in unison, rhyming in their high pitched rather unpleasant voices. Young Johnny’s mother later confessed it was the strangest funeral she’d ever been to.
Aunt Mable on the other hand, who had miraculously returned to the world of the sane (without letting anyone know) the moment poor Benjamin’s sad demise was ruled a shooting accident. So as her family attended Bennie’s strange farewell to the living she took a soothing bath rereading Lady Chatterley’s Lover.
Retrorambling 