Well, that should be entertaining. What? No, I don’t watch the show. I am not exactly certain what the point of the show is supposed to be at this point – and no, thank you, I don’t need an explanation – and the older I get, the less I am entranced with gratuitous. No, what appeals here are the potential mashups, splices, and general unblinking disbelief at the sight of Jessica Fletcher* no-doubt being literally drenched in blood on at least one occasion, and very possibly set on fire. Should be a thing.
*Although she’s always going to be Eleanor Iselin to me.