Ice Cold Autopsy

Boney never revealed the location of the Oreos, but there's only so many places he could have hidden them.  They will be found!  Unfortunately for me, and fortunately for Boney, my son rescued him from the wall of torture.  He got to spend a semi-comfortable night undisturbed on the table.  I found him this morning sleeping under a paper towel that he'd found.  I guess he'd gotten cold in the night and grabbed the first thing he'd found as a makeshift blanket.  With no body fat to keep him warm, I guess it makes sense.

My father pointed out that he thought Boney was on the table for an autopsy.  I guess that could work too.  He had a "sheet" covering all the important bits, and he was lying still enough to appear dead.  I'm not sure they'd be able to tell much from just his skeleton; except that he was a male between the ages of 30 and 35, had been in good health, had played a relatively violent sport like football or rugby in which he had sustained several broken bones in his fingers and feet, didn't smoke or drink coffee, had a weakness for cookies and brownies, and had ridden horses on a frequent basis at some point in his life.  Besides that, there's really nothing to glean from such a sparse collection of evidence.