DeLinda! I just met a girl named DeLinda! And suddenly that name, will never be the same to me…

Hello bloggers! I’ve just met the future Mrs. Nigel Townsend. It’s not every day a goddess asks to see your ion spectrometer! She’s beautiful! She eats! She’s intelligent! She’s PERFECT!

Some may say, “But, Nigel, she lives in Las Vegas.” Some may even point out that she has a live-in boyfriend. But need I point out he works as a security guard at a casino and I’M a criminologist? He doesn’t stand a chance.

This past week my work included a decedent with Pugilistic Dementia. Let me break it down in simple terms: when a boxer takes too many hits to the head, over time, the brain begins to atrophy and shrink. H S Marland documented many boxers in the 1920’s and called the disorder “punch drunk,” which was a term used by boxing managers and fans to describe the imbalance and "slight flopping of one foot or leg in walking" of boxers.

But it wasn’t the pugilistic dementia that killed him. It was murder! He was poisoned (by his wife, no less). Tox came back with results of 10 milligrams of fentanyl in his system. Deadly.

If anyone has any music suggestions, now is the time to send them. Cruella Kate has this extremely annoying habit of blasting the most inappropriate music during autopsy! And there are only so many times you can hear “You Had a Bad Day” before you pick up a nine blade and begin slamming it into your eye socket again and again.

Please leave music suggestions in the comments section, along with any other questions you may have...

Say it soft and it’s almost like praying. DeLinda. I’ll never stop saying: DeLinda.