"Sir, I'm sorry to report that your wife has been found, dead, on the theater stage, and, of all things, in the embrace of another woman."

"Good god! This means..."

"Yes, she's a... Thespian."

"How's the other woman?"

"In stable condition."

"I'd like to talk to her."

"That might be hard."

"Why?"

"She's in stable condition, but dead. I doubt that she's going to come back to life to talk to you."

"Are you saying my wife was engaged in a play with a dead woman?"

"We think they were both alive when they were doing the play."

"How did they die?"

"Let me show you the bodies."

"Good god! Look at that wound! My wife must have been killed by a gun!"

"Actually, no, she was killed by the bullet that entered her skull. The gun merely fired the bullet."

"And that woman. She must have been killed by a knife!"

"Again. No. What killed her was the blood loss."

"Do we know who did it?"

"Yes, they did it."

"What?"

"You asked who did it. They did it, together, on stage."

"What are you talking about?"

"They did it on stage! They fucked on stage!"

"But... you said they were Thespians."

"Indeed. Don't you see?"