You figure the illusion will just drip off or evaporate or some shit if you prepare the stage-craft too soon, so you telephony the police acting suitably hysterical, trying desperately to recount the tale of a wild pack of roaming cockroaches who suddenly busted through the plate glass window and dragged your mother outside devouring her. Oh the humanity! You almost elicit a real tear, but wisely hold off just in case a showing of any real emotion might accidentally screw up your plan. As the sirens squeal down the street, you splash the water and toss a few pinches of coarse salt at your face. Wisely eyes closed, so as not to elicit any real, painful tears. You are composed, and fully prepared to fake misery and shocked anguish. Unfortunately all you get once you open the door are howls of laughter as they look at the giant specks of salt stuck to your face. When they ask what the hell is going on with your tears, you stutter and stammer, you are thrown off your game, you stupidly stutter something about broccoli, and then race off out the broken glass window, tripping over the frame, and landing face first into your mother's bones, scattering them around the yard. The police take out their phones and start taking video of your grisly slapstick display. They all agree back at the station that you are the best murder suspect they've ever had, and all take turns interviewing you with glee to see what stupid shit comes out of your mouth. Earth Angels were a brilliant idea.... you could have saved the world if the cards had lined up just right... they'll never understand....