If one is looking for verisimilitude in its descriptions of mortuary and funeral home management, Tim Cockey’s series that began with The Hearse You Came In On isn’t an improvement over the television series, Six Feet Under (and that show had its share of unethical moments in terms of funeral home management). At one point in Backstabber, Aunt Billie tells protagonist Hitchcock Sewell that they are out of formaldehyde. Now, formaldehyde may be used solo in science labs these days, but most embalmers use a mixture of formaldehyde, methanol, and ethanol to do their work. At another point in the story, a woman has been left out in the elements and rigor mortis has set in. Apparently, the surviving family thinks it’s cute and has her embalmed to sit in a chair at her own wake. Admittedly, rigor can last up to circa 84 hours at times, but one cannot really imagine a mortician embalming a sitting woman. Of course, there is that old story about people stealing the corpse of John Barrymore and sitting him in his favorite chair in Errol Flynn’s living room. But that, of course, was done without the approval of the mortuary.
So, if you’re looking for realism (like a certain sibling of mine), Backstabber isn’t for you. If you like lots of humor, smart-aleck dialogue that would have worked for Humphrey Bogart as Sam Spade (as well as working in this modern context), and an intriguing mystery with a bizarre cast of characters, you’d probably enjoy it. In spite of the occasional jarring aspects of the undertaker/detective, I personally enjoy these silly little romps. This particular mystery begins with an acquaintance of the undertaker trying to get Hitchcock to remove the body of a deceased husband before it is necessary to have a police investigation. Then, even when our “hero” refuses to perpetrate such a felony, the undertaker/amateur detective finds himself still under suspicion.
The mystery itself is full of enough red herrings to have a fish fry for an entire police department. The widow was apparently hot enough to have a host of lovers. The in-laws aren’t exactly supportive of the widow’s vulnerable position. There are potentially disgruntled recipients of a large foundation’s receipts and there is a mysterious counterpoint to the main crime in the activities of a local nursing home. You can sift through more suspects in this novel than mosquitoes on a hot summer night in Georgia.
Without spoiling the mystery, I can honestly say that the murderer is logical and that the suspect does not come out of thin air as in vintage Agatha Christie. However, the circumstances are not quite as straightforward as one might have expected. The best part of this novel is that it shows the consequences of the crime upon the survivors in a realistic way – anger, grief, patronizing relationships, resentment, and irrational actions. For me, the series is still worth reading.