Three dead bodies turn over the weekend, all with very big smiles on their faces. Monday morning, the coroner calls the homicide chief to tell him of the weekend’s events.

The Coroner tells the Inspector, “First body is a 72-year-old Frenchman. He died of heart failure while with his mistress. Hence the enormous smile.”

“Makes sense,” the detective says, scribbling some notes.

“The second body is an Irishman, 25 years of age. He won ten thousand dollars on the lottery and spent it all on whisky. Died of alcohol poisoning, hence the smile.”

“Got it,” the Inspector said. “What of the third body?”

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Feck.