I found a dwarf's skeleton on a roof; I have no idea how he got there, I had to build a ramp to go get him. They stuffed his body in the sprawling catacombs under the chapel, along with all the others. My wife said a bird did it. Given the flocks of vultures that descend on the fortress once every year, I am inclined to believe her.
Countess Granny is apparently going senile. She just stands all day on a beehive trying to "install colony in hive", getting repeatedly stung, only taking breaks when thirst or hunger finally force her to stop. I turned off her beekeeping labour, and now she just mopes around the town, visiting the parties.
One of the dwarves flipped out after I accidentally atom-smashed a masterpiece of his, and took a swing at the militia commander (whose name, and I am not making this up, is "Risen Rocksflesh"; he has a title too, but it's basically redundant after that name). He also punched a road to death. I saw some bad thoughts related to the fact that he never ended up in jail for that, so I built a (fortress-like, unnecessarily complex) jail and appointed a fortress guard with snazzy matching uniforms.
They promptly arrested a random mason and threw him in the deepest, darkest dungeon. Well, whatever makes them happy I guess. Maybe they weren't willing to tangle with someone who threw a punch at Commander Rocksflesh and lived.