Pageant of the Murders: We Review "Framed in Death"

This week on Podcast in Death, AJ and Tara dive into Nora’s latest, Framed in Death. Spoiler: the killer is basically an overgrown toddler with a trust fund, a mommy who thinks he poops gold, and a portfolio that belongs in the “Shit Universe,” as Peabody so eloquently put it.We discuss:Eve’s Softer Side™: Apparently, wanting a cookout doesn’t cancel out her “kick-ass” status. Growth, people.Pathetic Killer Vibes: He’s rich, entitled, and thinks rejection is a hate crime. Also, no one cares about your sad paintbrush collection, Jonathan.Peabody the Secret Art Nerd: Who knew she could name-drop Vermeer and whip out a sketchbook like Bob Ross in a murder investigation?Candy Conspiracies: Eve’s eternal war with the bullpen candy thief escalates—complete with googly eyes and thoughts of laxative revenge. Protect and serve? Maybe. Protect and snack? Definitely.Nepo Babies, Theater Mommies, and Disney Daddies: Somehow, we connect this wannabe artist’s tantrums to nepotism at Disneyland and Drew Barrymore. You’re welcome.Pageant of the Masters: Nora may have taken inspiration from Laguna Beach’s “living paintings” event… except, you know, without the corpses.Also featuring:A random lady who assaults her husband with a frying pan because he demanded breakfast (iconic).Galahad’s ongoing bacon entitlement.Rourke casually “reacquiring” a $400 million Vermeer because crime, but make it classy.Bella demanding everyone wear ribbons in their hair, because toddler dictatorship is real.By the end, Eve’s planning a wholesome backyard barbecue while Jonathan Harper Eversole is sulking in a cell, writing his autobiography about how nobody understands his genius. Spoiler: we do understand. It’s just trash.