Judith: We need to wrap this up quickly. I need some fresh air.
Maid: What’s wrong?
Judith: The room is spinning. And something smells bad.
Maid: Do you think it’s the dead body?
Judith: No, too soon for the decomposition to set in. And it doesn’t smell like rotting flesh.
Maid: What does it smell like?
Judith: More like … farts.
Maid: … oh. Just remember we both had beans last night.
Judith: No, I didn’t have beans last night.
Maid: Damn. I always get caught holding the bag.
For comparison to Cleopatra, see Sylvain Kerspern, About Nicolas Prevost and Jacques Stella: The Contribution of the Death of Cleopatra. (February 2008). D’histoire & d’@rt.