A Chesto tree!
I turn my head to look up from the old woman that my wife and I have been beating to death. She is on the ground underneath us. She has stopped moving a while ago except to twitch, which implies a pulse. And there can be no pulse or else we have not truly beaten someone to death.
"Look," says my wife, pointing at the explosive blue flowers blooming on the tree. "A Chesto tree! Isn't that pretty?"
She is right; it is pretty.
"Wouldn't that look neat in our front yard?" she asks me. "What do you think?"
"Yeah, I agree." There is a bit of blood splattered on my glasses from the old woman, so I take this time to wipe it off and get a better look at the plants.
"Can't you just picture it?" my wife dreamily stares off into the distance as she takes a few more whacks at the old woman with her crowbar. "A Chesto tree shading the porch while we sit on it, watching Hiroshi play with the kids as they weave in and out of the flowered stalks?" Hiroshi being our pet Cyndaquil.
"You have such a vivid imagination," I say, aiming for the old woman's neck. "It's one of the things I love about you!"
"Aw," says my wife as my crowbar plunges into the old woman's collarbone. She has stopped twitching. Using my crowbar, I separate the corpse's head from her body almost entirely.
"Hm, the spinal cord seems to be pretty tough to get through," I say.
"Let's leave it," my wife says. "We have so much else to accomplish on this scavenger hunt anyway."
"Right," I say as I lift up the old woman's body. There's so much blood all over my shirt now, I'll probably have to burn it with her corpse in her house too. "Let's get this body in the kitchen, then I'll get the kerosene, and you can call out Hiroshi to use Flamethrower."