TITLE: Opelika Ladies Murder Society
GENRE: Cozy Mystery
Annelle grunted as she pushed Myrtle’s wheelchair off the cart path and into the rough near the last hole of the Robert Trent Jones Grand National golf course. Ned Pinckney’s casket lay open in the hot Alabama sun, the flag of the 18th hole directly at the foot of the coffin. Years ago, that rich SOB had somehow convinced the golf course owners to allow his funeral service to be held on the pristine green when the Lord finally called him home. He probably paid a pretty penny for this spectacle and Annelle hoped he was at least enjoying it from wherever he now resided.
She suspected that perverse curiosity alone drew Myrtle and hundreds of other Opelika residents to the funeral. As much as the town despised Ned, they couldn’t take their eyes off him, especially as a murdered corpse.
“Outrageous,” Myrtle murmured loud enough to let a few people hear her without disrupting the entire funeral.
Annelle didn’t want to engage but knew if she didn’t, Myrtle would only persist. “Okay, I give up. What’s outrageous?” A number of things about this funeral would be considered such but Annelle had no idea what Myrtle found most egregious.
“Look at that rouge! He looks like a Kewpie doll. And the man is dressed in green and pink plaid pants and white golf shoes instead of a proper suit.” Myrtle had always taken great offense at attire not suited to the occasion.