Throne Up!

Neville's alive!

It turns out he faked his suicide and ran off to Guatemala to get his head together after poor reviews of his latest stage play. [Admit it, you never saw this coming!]

I went back to the Coroner's Office to re-examine the body and lo and behold there was no butterfly-shaped birthmark on his shoulder. The body on the patio turns out to be that of the pool cleaner [Mexican, of course] who turns out to be the spitting image of Neville.

Neville emailed me the picture above which was taken while he was watching the Royal wedding in his hotel room.

I am relieved, tired, emotional and very confused!

[Look, it was easier than trying to get you all to believe you had been dreaming for the past two and a half years and set up a shower scene!]