Seeing all the takes that Tumblr has about Wake Up Dead Man is a fascinating window into what different gaps in experience different people have

like you’ll see five different posts going wild about how all the clues were there, we saw them, the audience had everything they needed to solve the mystery but the detective still surprised them, isn’t this mind-blowing (…yes it was done very well, but this is the standard way that mystery fiction is supposed to work, it goes back to Agatha Christie and probably much farther; if I saw a mystery in which the vital clues were not revealed until right before the resolution, i would feel fuckin cheated)

And then you’ll see a post whose conclusion hinges entirely on the false assumptions that 1. there is any passage in the Bible clearly stating suicide is a sin, and 2. you can cause your own instant death by swallowing a rock