Trumpov’s number might not be too far above the canal’s actual body count, but fewer than one percent of the known deaths were Americans.

In Peacock’s new comedy “Laid,” the term “body count” suddenly becomes all too literal.

Amid the chaos of a growing body count and ticking clock, Helen and Sam prioritize their personal relationship with each other.

Then there are the changes that feel closer to a Cronenbergian freakout: curiously dense new tufts of back hair, slightly sharper teeth, a body count of dead critters each morning on the doorstep.

She arrived for breakfast looking elegant in a black-and-white caftan, the picture of an Upper West Side matron, a matron without a sizable body count.