Department of Mysteries

Last night I dreamed I was writing a filk about a cop who always consulted his Auntie May and her tea leaves in his investigations and consequently kept on arresting the wrong person. It was supposed to be black comedy. Then in the dream I was wondering whether to make it even blacker comedy by making dear Auntie May a serial killer who gets arrested in the last verse.

Subconscious, have you been listening to too much Tom Lehrer?