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Coroners Neil and Judy perform an autopsy on a recent death.

Neil:  It looks like another victim of Euphoria.

Judy:  Yeah, the husband said she had eyes shut, arched back, and had apparently just died when he found her.  Plus, she had orgasm face and residual vaginal engorgement.  All symptoms of Euphoria overuse.  Suppose the husband couldn’t get her off?  He seemed clueless about what had happened, or didn’t want to admit what he suspected.  Looks like another case of better living through chemistry gone wrong.  Can too much pleasure kill?

Neil:  You are probably right about the husband.  That’s the eighth death from Euphoria.  A lot of people can’t get off solo or otherwise without the help from pills.

Judy:  Are there any leads on the manufacturer?  This has been going on for months now.

Neil:  The cops say they have some ideas, but they won’t divulge anything publicly.  You’d think that they would know more since this started last year.  We only hear about the deaths.  I suspect that people are taking too much Euphoria.  The ones that die are probably the same ones that think that if one donut or one beer is good, ten are better.  People have no damn sense.

A plus for the cops is that they did get some lower level distributor, but that guy didn’t know the next level up.  As we know, the marketing is some underground pyramid scheme.

Judy:  I’ve got a little secret.  I tried it solo and it shook my world and that was with a half dose.  It was a whole body orgasm that lasted for hours.  I tried it on a Saturday morning and had aftershocks until Sunday morning.  It was a good thing that I didn’t need to leave the house until Monday.

Neil:  I know what you mean.  Sally and I use it sparingly.  We use half a pill each and get multiple orgasms for hours.  Can you imagine somebody using Euphoria while out in public?

Judy:  Should we shut down our little side line?  We’ve already made plenty of money from Euphoria production.  The penalty for what we are doing is life in prison and we already got and spent plenty of money.

Neil:  Nah, let’s just cut back on the dosage and add some caveats.  We’re already guilty of serious crimes and I don’t want to lose that cash flow and you shouldn’t either.  You don’t want to have your Tesla repossessed and give up your expensive dinners where you tip big to impress your friends.

I’ve got my Mercedes payments to keep up and high end ‘gentlemen’s’ clubs aren’t cheap.  I don’t want to even think about living on a coroner’s salary.

If you don’t want to think of yourself, how about showing concern for our many distributors and their families?  Don’t you have any empathy or concern for the economy?

Hold it, here’s another thought.  We could try to go legitimate.  It would require covering our tracks and changing the formula and the name.  Then it would take us awhile to get some big drug company to tweak it more for safety and do the clinical trials.  The legitimate market for a revised Euphoria could be in the billions of dollars.  I can see the TV commercial now – first the satisfied customers, then the list of all of the fifty side effects like they do on those ubiquitous TV commercials.

Judy:  Let’s go with the second plan.  I’ve still got enough money saved for my expenses short term, so I can put off the riches for a little while.  You made me think of something else:  Full strength Euphoria for those states that allow assisted suicide.  There would be happy ending for terminal patients who would be coming and going.

Appears in Yellow Mama