I recall an fatal accident at a Norfolk radar station in about 1985, and the civil police never came near, and Aunty Joan asked me to go to the gate and invite the Health and Safety Exec guy who turned up to take up sex and travel. ISTR a short MOD Plod investigation and a BoI. I often wonder if Cpl M L H's ashes were ever disinterred from Scottow Cemetery (where the padre parked them when he got fed up with the urn on his bookshelf) and scattered where either the former Mrs H, or the to-be Mrs H wanted them. The two ladies could not agree on a final resting place.