Do Us Part, by R.K. West

Married people don't need much motive to kill each other. My first body pickup when I worked for the coroner was a man whose wife cured his snoring by slitting his throat. The next year there was a guy who threw his wife off the balcony for putting lettuce on his peanut butter sandwich. My Uncle George’s third wife threw her hairdryer into the tub while George was singing “Hotel California.” The dryer came unplugged and George escaped. Spouses would do well to remember that in the long run, it's the little things that count.