Hitler fell drunk in the Reichstag and wakes up in fire.
His body is blamed for the fire.
His body is blamed for the fire.
Blondi is seized by an indiscernible fit of rage and clamps down on her owner's throat, crushing his windpipe, and puncturing his carotid. Dies within a matter of minutes in the arms of Eva Braun.
Whilst being shown a new weapon, Hitler asks to be allowed to use it to see what it's like. The round jams and explodes the gun, sending hot shrapnel into Hitler's face.
Alarmingly I read this as Eva Peron the first time, though I suppose Eva Duarte could have moved to Berlin by some twist of fate...
"Hi, my name is Hermann and I'm an alcoholic. I realized I had a problem after one of my drunken pranks killed the Fuhrer."Somehow, I thought it would only work if Goering had no real clue as to the ramifications of his booze-and-drug-fuelled sophomoric jape. Sort of picturing him and Raeder as Bluto and D-Day in Animal House, carrying a snoring Adolf out to an SS cell...
And then, in the morning, they look at each other and try to remember what happened after Goebbels left to vomit in the sink, and when, slowly, a horrible realization dawns - they swallow nervously look embarrassed, and try to change the subject.
While visiting the front, an unsuspected surprise attack from the allies catches Hitler's group unaware. There are heavy casulties and only a handfull of German underlings escape. The allies, unaware that Hitler was even there move on. A wounded but still alive Hitler wakes up several hours later to discover his troops decimated, and he is alone, wounded, and it is dark. A pack of wolves decend on the carnage and eat Hitler alive!
Killed by a weaponised British joke.
"Wenn ist das Nunstück git und Slotermeyer? Ja! Beiherhund das Oder die Flipperwaldt gersput!"