hey alec and kenny! this was the thing i was gonna do on your radio show all those years ago. dig it:

Mystery
by Super furry sanimals

It was a mystery. They found the body in the parlor with a knife handle quivering in the air above its back, although most likely that was just our imagination, for how could the murderer flee the scene of the crime so quickly?
The body was that of Anthony Patterson, who had mentioned while we took the aperitif that he was a private investigator, and then naturally Simon Greenwood offered a witticism playing upon the possibility that Patterson was investigating one of us, to which Patterson replied that he was not on duty this evening.
Which is an interesting thing to say, considering he is, or was, a “private” investigator, and surely he decides when he is or is not on duty.
If he had been on duty, than we could now say that he had died honorably, in the performance of it. But then Simon Greenborough pointed out that perhaps Patterson wasn’t really dead at all, for was this not an elaborate dinner theater that the present company had agreed to participate in?
Joann Freely proceeded to grab hold of the quivering/not quivering handle and withdrew the knife, which was indeed very sharp and very bloody, and she said something along the lines of, “does this look like theater to you?”
…At which point Simon Greenborough turned and vomited in the sink of the wet bar, then turned back around, wiping his mouth. He proposed that in order to discover the murderer, we systematically review the events of the entire evening, searching for clues.
Sarah, however, the matriarch of the Greenborough clan, began a rather boring diatribe about how she was growing tired of Simon always taking control, and how it was possible, and indeed, likely, that he had in fact killed the Private Investigator, or P.I., as he was now being referred to, considering that in the course of their domestic existence he had revealed himself to be a violent man.
I was confused. Could I have killed Patterson? Could this in fact be a dinner theater in which everyone was a confederate but me? I felt lost and alone.