My friends and I had a murder mystery party on Friday the 13th. It was a lot of fun. There were swanky invitations and everything. Each of us had parts to play. It was 1932, England. I was the golfing lawyer, representing the host (and victim). Others in attendance were a young American actress, the businessman nephew and his wife, the deceased's physician, his personal assistant, his long-lost (illegitimate) son, and a murder mystery novelist. And, of course, Inspector Smythe of Scotland Yard.
If you've never tried the Murder Mystery party, I would highly recommend it. Always a fun time.
NOTE: I recognize that the coloring and lighting on these pictures is all over the place. I'm trying to learn how to best fix that on my computer, and I'm not all that good yet.