From New Scientist #1340, 13th January 1983 [link]
“So what did you think of that?” smiled George, pulling on his coat as the titles drifted up the screen.
“I don’t know,” said Edith, still sitting with a dazed expression. “These modern films do get so involved.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, for example, I still don’t know why they had to strangle that world famous neurosurgeon while he was in the shower.”
“That was because of the conversation he had with Boris and the heroine’s solicitor when they were flying in that damaged jet.”
“Boris was the blond chap who later watched in horror as that psychopathic psychiatrist fellow took the fatal plunge from the multi-story inferno …”
“No, no, that was Charlie.”
“So who was the bald one who was running away from that UFO thingy?”
“Oh, he was the one who was savaged by the giant shark after falling out of the boat.”
“And that was Derek, wasn’t it?”
“Wrong again, love. Derek was the man from the CIA who was peering through the eyes of that Rembrandt when somebody stabbed the chap who was mistaken for the solicitor.”
“That means,” said Edith thinking hard, “that the one who lived happily ever after must have been Alvin, the drug-smuggling baseball player.”
“My love, you’re getting very confused. Remember, Alvin snuffed it shortly after the visit from Charlie’s widow.” There was a brief silence. “So … how did Eric fit into all this?”
Since Eric was one of only five men being described in the conversation, I’m sure you can answer that, and also work out the sequence in which the characters met their fates!