There is a Ruth Rendell novel, The St. Zita Society, where this happens. But it’s darkly humorous. Two people saw it happen, and they go through all this farce of moving the body, moving it again, lying to the police, lying to people they know…And one of them does point out that they could have just said “There’s been an accident” and then stepped back.

When I had to read Dickens in high school, our teacher said “Dickens was paid by the word. Therefore, when you come to a long description of how someone looks, or the room they’re in or whatever, you may skip it.”

Time travel stories that end with someone choosing to stay in the earlier, simpler times of disease and prejudice/sexism.