So here we are… the Tuesday after Easter. There are candy wrappers and leftover ham, half eaten chocolate bunnies, random bits of Easter grass, and only the ugly Easter eggs are left. Easter is done. Just a little clean up left.”

There’s a bit more to clean up if you live in Norway. Their Easter holiday starts the Wednesday before Maundy Thursday and ends this morning. Almost a full week of Jesus!

And what do they do during that time? They solve crime.

What? Jesus is missing? I’ll solve this!!

Norway has a lovely little tradition of publishing “Påskekrimmen,” or Easter Crimes. Little mysteries/thrillers pop up all over, from books to packaging. If you can print on it, there’s a crime to solve.

Their public radio station has been broadcasting Easter Crimes since 1980. I happened to stumble across a series they’s been known to reprise often called “Dickie Dick Dickens” – a parody of American crime clichés produced by Germans in the 1960’s.

From the translated Wikipedia page:

Dickie Dick Dickens was the most dangerous man on the American continent, and the king of Chicago’s underworld. He began as a pickpocket and ended as gangster boss.
When Dickie Dick Dickens of somehow threatened or in a dangerous situation, he was always the problem in an elegant, clever and often humorous way. He was a great admirer of his beloved fiancée, Effie Marconi.

It’s also happens to feature a “lawyer Hillbilly.” I want to know how the Germans view Hillbillies. Like, I can’t even wrap my brain around that one.

Still, it can’t be nearly as amusing as actual Easter crimes. For instance, a San Diego cop pulled over the Easter Bunny on a motorcylcle.

The bunny, on his way to a charity event, didn’t have a helmet and was cited for obstructed vision through the bunny head. The officer gave him a warning, but the person under the costume had to take of the bunny head for the rest of the bike ride.

Click to the article… there’s video.

But that’s nothing compared to the fight at an Easter egg hunt.

Not the kids. The mothers.

Two kids were headed for an egg. The mother of one of them pushed the other child out of the way. THAT child’s mother got pissed, and the two of them got into fisticuffs. They had to be separated three or four times.

And that’s why we don’t do Easter egg hunts at Walmart.