Welcome to Chapter 1 of The Untimely Demise of Mr. Harold Howard Hancock

They found Harold in the garden pond doing the backstroke minus the stroke. Whatever could have prompted Harold to go stargazing with unseeing eyes, no one could surmise. Yet, there he was for all the world to see, floating in his pasty naked glory. Colder than a clam. Deader ‘n a doornail.