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The deaths last week of Barry Sherman, who founded the Apotex generic drug maker, and his wife, Honey, are being investigated as a possible homicide, according to The Toronto Globe & Mail. The couple died from “ligature neck compression,” a type of strangulation, and were found in their Toronto home last Friday morning. Neither the police, the Sherman family, nor the company had further comment.
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One rule of forensic pathology is that the more vigorously one denies a particular cause of death the more likely that scenario becomes. I’m placing my bets that when investigators do the toxicology analyses they will find that Sherman drugged his wife, hung her, than hung himself. If I’m wrong then I’ve been watching too many Clint Eastwood movies.
The problem with the constables is they always look for the most obvious answers in suspicious deaths. Ask Inspector Clouseau, Detective Rust Cohle (“True Detective”), Adrian Monk and Columbo and they would not rule out the rare possibility of double geriatric autoerotic asphyxiation.
Too bad George Carlin is gone. Trump could have used him as a censorship consultant.