Omlete

            Ostrich egg omelet over easy, exactly what you don’t expect to find in the middle of an autopsy.  Davis had sawed the skull open, expecting to pull out a brain, but found something entirely different. It explained the smell, though.  Usually, dead people didn’t smell like food. The fact that this one did had caught him off guard almost as much as finding an omelet instead of a brain. Chemical analysis had told him that it was from an ostrich egg. He never would have guessed that, otherwise.

            “I think we found the cause of death, Watson.” Davis announced over his shoulder as he examined the omelet in his hands. Would it be ethical to eat it? He hadn’t had the chance to eat at all today. If he ate it, all evidence of this find would be gone, though…

            “Why do you keep calling me ‘Watson”?! And you found it? What killed our newest guest?” Winston said, excitedly bouncing over to Davis.

            “Death by spontaneous omelet-cerebrum translation. And shut up. You’re Watson for as long as you work for me.” Davis suppressed a chuckle. He decided not to eat the omelet, but now the question became how to preserve it for later.

            “Spontaneous what? No. That doesn’t make any sense.” Winston/Watson half-mumbled. He scratched his head as he looked for the brain that had to have been there. All he found was the fried ending of the spinal cord, perplexing him further.

            “It makes perfect sense, Watson. Look at it. There is no brain. There is an omelet. An omelet that is made of ostrich egg, no less. This lack of brain and surplus of omelet HAD to be the cause of death.  People don’t live with omelets in their skulls, you know, Watson.” With a flourish, Davis brought the omelet up to Winston’s face, letting him take a good look at it, then subtly danced over to the evidence freezer, having decided that freezing the omelet would be the best course of action.

            Winston scratched his head, again. Davis’ argument made sense, people couldn’t live with omelets in their heads, but still. Omelets couldn’t just get into people’s heads. It still didn’t make any sense.

            “I see you over there, trying to make sense of what you’re seeing. Don’t. One of life’s greatest lessons is that it doesn’t make sense. I quit trying to explain things any more than their obvious nature years ago, and look at me! I run a morgue now! Sweet gig, if you ask me.” Said Davis, closing the freezer door, and the conversation.