Invest in a chipper-shredder, a bottle of ether, and locate a nearby catfish pond.
“Marge Gunderson: So that was Mrs. Lundegaard on the floor in there. And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. “
Sorry, I know this is a serious thread (and I seriously offered to help), but we cannot let a Fargo moment go unnoted!
Forget the ether.
Just wear ear plugs.