I hadn’t seen an edition of Clue, much less its disembodied pieces, since I was maybe twelve. And yet here they were in my mailbox. I wasn’t sure whether to find this funny or sinister, and so I experimentally mentioned it to a few close friends as a casual Hey, you’ll never believe this but species of oddity. I avoided using the words murder and weapon to the extent that such censorship was possible. What I got in return was an elaboration on my barber’s reaction: a moment of incredulity followed by a better-you-than-me laugh. It was definitely peculiar and possibly distressing, and no one knew what to make of it.