Once he had washed the corpse, he began to dress it. A fine organza dress, a blouse made of the best Brussels lace, elegant kid gloves. Carefully, he applied makeup. Not entirely efficiently. The lipstick was somewhat smeared and the rouge a trifle excessive. Then he fitted a pair of leopard skin stiletto heeled shoes on the feet. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Looks good! Time to invite the family into the Drawing Room to view the corpse. “All right Dad?” he said to the corpse. “I forgive you now. My revenge is complete!” and he opened the door.