Answer:
He's dead with a metal bar across his back. When a woman sees him, she is very pleased. This was all perfectly legal. What's going on?
A device for finding furniture in the dark.
Face with a tree, skin like the sea. A great beast I am. Yet vermin frightens me.
It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.
I hide but my head is outside.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?