Boris and His Mysterious Death

'The line between Renaissance man and village idiot is sometimes blurred.' - Village Idiot.

Imagine a nation with only three species of animal: goats, mules and deadly jellyfish. Now think of a kind of super-spam containing goat and eel, a dog that lives in water and a very hairy mother-in-law. Lastly, picture a man named Boris, who was part of all this and much, much more. Except now he's dead - or is he?

Boris's life suffers a hiccup of morbid proportions when he's found dead, wedged headfirst in a wombat burrow. Although a perfectly respectable way to die, something about Boris's bloated corpse doesn't add up.

How could a man who led a violent revolutionary movement in Huckalbad, swam unaided from Australia to the Spratly Islands and starred in 37 feel-good adult films including classics like When You Bleat I Groan, perish in a wombat hole?

You're right. It doesn't make sense.

Cough and look around.