...We'll have to examine him thoroughly for any other injury.

[Susan forcibly closes his mouth again when she is done. Cold and rigid - he had been dead for some time. But it wasn't much good saying that now when it was so late in the afternoon.]

Drunkards choke on their own vomit. I don't think they generally bite through their tongues.

...A seizure comes to mind. Perhaps... poison.

[Susan will glance around to see what Michael was drinking in his final moments.]