I prefer to dig up a recent burial. I like the hands-on approach and you get a bit of a buzz from the manual labour. At this point you might also like to get yourself an able-bodied (though preferably slightly retarded) assistant who can help with the spadework.
The public also gets the added bonus of something interesting on the TV. There's nothing like a gruesome exhumation or two to pique people's curiosity.
Here you can see me at work trying to pry the concrete lid off. I originally had the ski-mask on but this is hot work so I rolled it up.
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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