Pie

He bit into the pie.
It was exquisite. The pastry wasn't too soft or too hard. There wan't much jelly. The meat was unlike any other he'd tasted before. It was the perfect pie.
He wished he'd bought more of them.
That night he woke up at 4:30 with the worst stomach pain he'd ever experienced. It felt like he was being stabbed repeatedly. He had cold sweats and was burning up. The vomiting started soon after.
Diarrhoea came along next. He made it to the bathroom and passed out.
His cleaner arrived the following day and found him dead in a pool of his own shit, piss and chunder.