Murder, We Watched Jake Sanders

If arm wrestling at a wake, recycled Quantum Leap production sets, and alleged murder by an ambidextrous horse sounds like a rootin’ tootin’ grand ol’ time - you are 100% alone. It wasn’t. But talking about it was! Jake and Spencer kick the dusty tumbleweeds off this long-ago recorded episode and finally experience Season 1 of Murder, She Wrote's end in the only way they could - confused about what decade any of this takes place.

Featuring Special Guest Jeffrey Solomon

Before he can get his regularly scheduled nighttime glass of milk delivered to him, a curmudgeonly show biz personality guy (who also has a tennis tournament named after him for some reason) is killed in his den that bizarrely also looks like the waiting area of a Red Robin. Was it his ex-wife or one of his kids that he’s traumatized countless times? Was it his buffoon hype man Buster that he bosses around like a servant? Was it the...desert resort mob? Worry not, affluently dressed resort residents -  Jessica Fletcher is on the sleuth-tastic case!

Featuring Special Guest Hannah Milam

Wait...where were we? ….Oh yeah! That podcast we’re making!

Much like every episode of "Murder, She Wrote", right before our season's climactic finish, we thought we'd discombobulate you and take a month off.

But we’re back! With a highfalutin’, hunk-doctor feudin’, Texas-lawyer man rompin’, Jessica Fletcher sleuthin’ episode in which, somehow someway, carrot juice helps reveal to JB the entiiiiire murder to-do-about.

Featuring special guests Jamie Vaught & Austin Vaught

Jessica and Sheriff Amos "Bumbling Idiot Buffoon Moron" Tupper board a bus bound for Portland. But when one of the passengers is murdered by a - *checks notes* - screwdriver to the shoulder, Jessica and Amos must band together to find out which fellow passenger done the killin'!

Special Guests Jill and Colin Stuart!

A rollerblader in the rain, a persnickety novelist, a drunk poet with a gun-shaped lighter, unconscionable advances from gross sweaty men, an Al Pacino-rip off district attorney: what-the what-the has JB Fletcher gotten her sleuthing tuckus into this time?

Spencer’s Cousin Amanda joins the pod to emotionally unpack another convoluted caper of a mystery plot with us.

Jessica Fletcher owns a….football team?? Oy vey - how many more rails can this show keep getting off just in Season 1?

JB learns that she’s the sole beneficiary of her suddenly-dead uncle’s assets, which apparently amount to 4% of stonk in a definitely-not-the-XFL football team. In fact, it’s a very, very valuable stonk coveted by some very, very skeevy people.

Sure. Fine. Totally normal. Let’s go with that. Oh! And let’s also hail mary the holy hell out the rest of the plot by throwing in semi-naked Dick Butkus, Bruce Jenner driving a giant football helmet go-kart, a contraband adoption of a deaf girl, and maybe the most egregious of all of these moments: a squelching, sopping wet carpeted bathroom.

Featuring Special Guest Evan Moore