Jake: Wait, so we have a wealthy patriarch who mysteriously died, a missing will, and a black sheep set to inherit everything? Am I the only one who suspects foul play here?
Sergeant Jeffords: He didn't die mysteriously. He was 93.
Jake: He was fit as fiddle, Terr. From all the nutria milk.
Charles: Don't be ridiculous. No Boyle would ever commit murder. Boyles don't even get mad at each other. Except in that rare instance of cousin-on-cousin jealousy.
Sergeant Jeffords: You're just bored from your suspension and desperate to find a case to work.
Jake: No. That's not it. I'm just telling you, something doesn't smell right here.
Sam Boyle: Oh, yeah. That's Pappy's body. Cousin Mel did the embalming in here, and I think she forgot to add something.
Jake: Well... that's a disturbing revelation.