Beware Of Jessica Fletcher

Generally, older folks are kind, gentle people who just want you to get off their lawn. They love "the way things used to be", voting and Werther's Original candy. Most are quite harmless, especially the unarmed ones. However, there's one geriatric that you need to avoid at all costs. If you even hear her name uttered, your very life is at risk. Avoid the east coast, and for the love of all that's holy, never, EVER go near Cabot Cove, Maine.

Why the alarm? Why the grim message of potential doom? Because the woman in the picture to the left wants to kill you.

Jessica Fletcher was her name, and she was the main character of the show, Murder, She Wrote, which ran from 1984 to 1996, consisting of 264 episodes, and a few TV specials. Its popularity was palpable; the show was consistently a must-see for many people languishing for some sort of Sunday night escape in anticipation of the misery the week ahead would yield. The show was Matlock-esque in its vice-like hold on numerous genarians, from sexa to octo, and even middle-aged individuals found it to be somewhat whimsical in its approach to the most horrid of living ends. Children were taught that old people did have a use that went beyond sweater making and the holiday kiss on the cheek. Older people could actually perform civic duties, like solve murder mysteries. Apparently, the only pre-existing experience an old person needed was a publishing deal and a flippant wit. Murder, She Wrote was a delightful tale of one individual's crusade against the rampant ageism found in today's (or at least the '80s) society.

Or was it?

Jessica Fletcher, one could argue, was indirectly the worst serial killer in United States history. And the public adored her.

Each episode involved a murder, and subsequently, Jessica's insatiable curiousity always got the better of her, causing her to meddle in every police investigation. The cops always arrested the most obvious suspect, but Jessica always revealed the authorities' stupidity, and solved the mystery by revealing the real guilty party, thankfully within the hour (or sometimes in two parts). But hold on a second. 264 episodes, 264 murders. Jessica Fletcher always involved. Does anyone else see the path of gluttonous bloodlust? A ravenous desire to punish the living? Jessica Fletcher, I have figured you out.

Some might find it humourous that Ms. Fletcher coincidentally happened to always be around when a murder happens, but let's face it: even after 5 deaths, the cops should be questioning her a bit more. Does death follow her like rats to the malicious tune she plays with her necrotic hands? Is this woman Death itself? I believe she is. I believe she is indeed the Reaper, and her transportation, her bike, is her pale horse (the bike might have been red, but whatever. It's evil). All the clues are there. Simply watch the opening title sequence, and you will see.



In the opening scene, she begins to type her latest list of those who will meet their ultimate demise. The title is a dead giveaway (no pun intended), as "Murder, She Wrote" has 4 syllables. In China, Korea and Japan, 4 is the number most associated with death. Next, you can see her stalking out her next victims, by climbing to them, running to them, even making contact with them through a seemingly harmless wave. Her face reacts to the site of her next quarry; it's a look of pure malevolence carefully disguised by a surprised veneer. She even acts out how she's going to dispose of them. In the end, she's seen satisfied, quite pleased with the list of who's to shake off their mortal coil next.

Know this, faithful reader: simply because she's off the air, do not for a second believe that her lust, her desire to kill has been satiated. Quite the contrary. She will continue to kill, continue to frame the innocent, and continue to make stupid fucking jokes at the end of each episode.

You've been warned.