Based on real-life occurrences of the decidedly illicit use, in the 18th and 19th centuries, of cadavers for medical research (the subject of the 1945 film 'The Body Snatcher') -- although I don't know if in real life people were actually murdered for this purpose or if the corpses were otherwise obtained illicitly. The episode is a tad sluggish but Andrew Duggan as McGregor (he is called McGregor by everyone not by his forename) is touching as the unhappy husband who ferries the above-referenced cadavers (under the euphemistic pretense of hauling "tanbark") and Elsa Lanchester, more than two decades older than Duggan (!), manages to make her shrewish, often mean-spirited wife, Aggie, somehow seem nicer than the sum total of her qualities would indicate. (She does spend much of the time asleep snoring.)
The closest the film gets to black comedy is a series of daydreams McGregor has, imagining being outside with a happy, active, dancing Aggie (who actually has not left their cottage in two years) as he tries to kill her, by bludgeon, drowning, hanging, all to no avail as she is impervious to these attempts. Not to give away the ending but suffice to say McGregor and Aggie do manage to share something poignant -- separate but interconnected -- by the time this story comes to an end.
The closest the film gets to black comedy is a series of daydreams McGregor has, imagining being outside with a happy, active, dancing Aggie (who actually has not left their cottage in two years) as he tries to kill her, by bludgeon, drowning, hanging, all to no avail as she is impervious to these attempts. Not to give away the ending but suffice to say McGregor and Aggie do manage to share something poignant -- separate but interconnected -- by the time this story comes to an end.