His hang glider is implanted into the siding along the second floor.
“Fuck!” you shout. “I can’t have this now!”
“Mmph!” he mumbles. His head’s stuck in your house.
“Goddammit!” you shout. “The teen I seduced just killed my husband and he’s supposed to get rid of the body but with you faceplanted into the side of my house and your stupid giant kite hanging over the lawn for everyone to see, the news crews are gonna be here any minute.”
Mmph!“ he mumbles.
"Sorry dickface, but the murder just got pinned on you.”
And so your husband will forever be remembered as having been killed by some guy who thought he could commit a murder and then escape by hang gliding off the roof but then the wind just crashed him back into the house. You’ll make a killing from the life insurance, yo.
Happy A Hang Glider Just Crashed Into Your House Day!