He had served the city for forty years, and he was a shoe-into be re-elected.
Only one problem. Polling day, the guy is found dead in the bed of a seventeen-year-old ho.
What to do?
His grieving wife pulled her panties up tight and suggested a corpse could do as much in the way of civic duties as the old goat had managed in the last two decades.
This eminently sensible point of view was endorsed by his political bosses.
The election went as planned, and the cityfolk became quite fond of their mayor’s embalmed body.