After a short time, Mr. Wompet walks back into the room, sulking.

Mr. Dove returns shortly after.

“I have locked Mr. Panache’s body in a room so that no further damage or indignities will be inflicted upon him.” He glares at Mr. Wompet.

Ms. Griffin walks over to Mr. Dove and whispers something to him. He nods in understanding and turns to address the guests.

“Ms. Griffin has just informed me that Mr. Panache has requested that his will be read as soon as all those named in the will can be assembled, no matter what the circumstances. Since everyone is here today, we will do just that shortly. But first, perhaps we should have a short memorial service. Does anyone have anything to say about our departed friend?”