Those who sleep in coffins should avoid sunlight. 
I wonder if anybody picked up her shoe that fell off as she was being dragged into the van?
I'm picturing a scene out of Cinderella, with the MSM frantically trying the shoe on everyone in NYC to find its owner, but the shoe doesn't fit anyone because it is too
SMALL.
That is, of course, until they try it on the ponderous peds of the
Pumpkin in a Pantsuit, then they all weep with joy when it fits like a custom fit tarp!
In gratitude, she graces them with a fifteen minute
campaign speech coughing spell, which is proclaimed by all the Journolist toadies to be a speech of unprecedented magnificence!
I know, it all sounds pretty much like SOP. I need to use a bit more imagination.