Check its rings
There is still a [myster corpse of a tree->Chicken Little and the Lumber-Jack] laying in the street in front of my house. It appears that nobody has notified the coroner’s office, so there it lays. I would call the coroner myself except then they’d ask me a whole load of questions, “Can you identify the body? Where were you at suchandsuch a time of night? Did you hear any shots?” I can’t take that kind of pressure and would probably confess to the murder.
Somewhere there’s a family tree missing a branch. Enough to make you cry really, ok, not really.