Let’s go back to the days where people would get real dressed up to go to cocktail parties and they would always end in some political fight where someone gets stabbed or shot. Then what would’ve been small private business becomes public news as the police do an in depth investigation of everyone’s family grudges dating back to 1800s and history that is hardly worth honoring. Everyone reads about it the next day in the papers. And some small writer in NYC starts clipping out all the bits that have your name. Soon enough this small writer, big thinker, has complied hundreds of articles all about murders…and all of them…you’re in. Then they slowly put the pieces together, but it’s not until after you’re dead that they publish a book about all the unsolved murders of your lifetime and how you carried each of them out single handedly. So after your dead, enough evidence was presented that you actually were a killer, and you’re charged with murder. But them over many decades people still marvel over your stealth and they wonder….why? Why did you kill all these people? But really, you were just an alcoholic who loved to see the light leave people’s eyes.