The Parole Officer2001

[at Victor's grave]

Sarah, Victor's Wife:
After he worked with you he tried to give up his life of crime. He channelled his interests into amateur dramatics. One night he sneaked off to do the safe at Jackson's - you know, the food-processing plant? Two days later, one of the machines was playing up. They reckon he must have fallen into the mincer.

All:
Ugh!

Sarah, Victor's Wife:
By that stage the order's already gone out. They tried to recall them, but all they got back was half-a-dozen pies and a couple of pasties.

Simon Garden:
And is that what's... [points at the grave]

Sarah, Victor's Wife:
Yes.

Simon Garden:
What a waste.