And yet if only the PCs can do that sort of thing, it strangles the suspension of disbelief in an alley on its way home from work, wraps the corpse in a tarp, takes it out into the countryside, chops it to bits, dumps it in an oil drum along with the few cubic feet of dirt that may have soaked up some bodily fluids, lights the whole thing on fire, mixes the ashes into a batch of concrete, and then, in an act of pure brazen arrogance, uses that concrete to form a statue commemorating the murder and secrets that statue onto the steps of the local courthouse during the night with a note that reads 'Who wants to be next?'