Looks like someone did you with the pointy end of something. Ugh, messy business and there is no sign of a weapon left behind. Where is the wound? Are there signs of a struggle? You decide.

Bang, bang. Pew, pew. Something got you from a distance. No signs of a struggle. Did they shoot you in the back, the dirty cowards? Or did they look you in the eye?

Thwack. Lights out. You lost a fight against something with a fair bit of mass. Could it be a rock, a vase or even just one hell of a fist?

What’s that froth around your mouth. Looks like you imbibed something you shouldn’t have.

Someone literally took your last breath up close and personal, a rope, or maybe just a good dunking in the bathtub.

Nothing to see here, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Either that, or someone is really good at cover their tracks.