Er...

"I hate having to do this."

"I know."

Officer Trimble pressed the doorbell as he sighed heavily. From behind the door came the noise of someone rushing down the stairs. The rattle of a chain and the snap of a bolt, followed by a click and a creak as the door opened.

"Good afternoon. Are you Mrs Challenger?"

"No. I'm Mister Challenger. Is there a problem?"

Trimble stopped and looked at the photograph before checking the man's face again.

"Er... Do you have a twin sir?"

"Nope. Why? What's going on?"

"I, er... I'm here to report your death sir!"