I saw An Old Man Fashioning a Kayak Out of a Log before he played Waynestock.
Partway through this movie, I figured out the ending in what I must admit was impressive detail. My grandmother looked down on me from heaven and said “My sweet child! My little Poirot! All those summers at my house watching Ms. Marple stories with the volume set at 4 was all leading up to this moment. Today I am proud!” It was lovely but then Grandma stuck around too long and I had to explain to her the concept of fuckboys.