People on the right, horrified, asked "what about foul play?"
We're told "hey, don't be ridiculous, and anyway, there's going to be an autopsy, a full toxicology report, you'll get your answer (gee what a bunch of nutjobs!)"
Then, after a suitably dignified interval, the answer comes down from on high: "Mr. Breitbart died of massive heart failure, these things happen, and there will be no questions."
The conservative crowd walks off, scratching their heads. The guy wasn't even 50, and he keels over, and it's just coincidence that thousand of left-wing crazies -- including a good number who are in very powerful positions in the government -- wanted to see him pushing up daisies? Huh, that's life, I guess.
Then, a few weeks later, we find out that the guy who did the toxicology report has himself died? And it looks like he was poisoned? By means of a chemical that's used as a synonym for "deadly poison" even in Bugs Bunny cartoons?
I don't know, Martha. Somethin' don't seem raht.
It smells....