Roald Dahl came up with the ultimate perfect murder in his short story "Lamb to the Slaughter".
A woman learns her husband, a police detective, is having an affair. So she snaps and caves his head in with a frozen leg of lamb they were going to have for Sunday lunch. Then she puts the lamb in to cook, goes out as though everything is fine to buy some vegetables she 'forgot' and comes home to 'find' the body.
She calls the police and soon all his colleagues are examining the scene. They console his grieving widow, who insists that they eat the meal she's cooked as she can't face it. So then all the officers and inspectors are sitting round speculating what kind of iron bar or wrench the killer used, while they're eating the murder weapon.
A woman learns her husband, a police detective, is having an affair. So she snaps and caves his head in with a frozen leg of lamb they were going to have for Sunday lunch. Then she puts the lamb in to cook, goes out as though everything is fine to buy some vegetables she 'forgot' and comes home to 'find' the body.
She calls the police and soon all his colleagues are examining the scene. They console his grieving widow, who insists that they eat the meal she's cooked as she can't face it. So then all the officers and inspectors are sitting round speculating what kind of iron bar or wrench the killer used, while they're eating the murder weapon.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
