There are many ways to clean up a crime, but only a few make it so you really can't be discovered.

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I now had 6 bodies to get rid of. 'This might be hard....' Then I gave a thin laugh "Who am I kidding?" I said out loud, looking at the bodies with another laugh "The only problem is that you guys are all such fat bitches."
Humming a little tune, I picked up one of the bodies, tugging jt over my shoulder. Damn, they were heavy. I carried the body to an old shed. This'll be fun. I set the cold, dead body of my wife on the table. She deserved this. I got a circular saw from the wall, turning it on. Smiling satanically, I put it against her neck, feeling blood splatter against my face. I licked my lips, cutting again at her waist, elbow joints, shoulders, and legs.
She was now in pieces, just how I wanted it. I picked up her head, staring at it with glimmering eyes. I should get rid of this one first, tying it in a garbage bag. I repeated this with every part of her body, before putting all the bags over my shoulder. I went out of the shed and over to a bon fire pit. Setting the bags down, I went back inside, grabbing some bleach after changing my clothes.
"Box of matches ~
A bottle of bleach~
And then your job is complete ~
Box of matches ~
A bottle of bleach~
And then your job is complete ~"

I sang the tune I had been humming before, skipping almost as I went over to the bags, dumping bleach all over all of the bags

"Box of matches ~
A bottle of bleach~
And then your job is complete ~"

I lit a match, smiling

"Box of matches ~
A bottle of bleach~
And then your job is complete ~"

I threw the match onto the bags, stepping back as it lit on fire, almost exploding in light. Giggling, I turned away to go clean up more, whispering under my breath

"And then your job is complete ~"