A mountain’s child, a river’s slave, I skip the lake to find my grave. What am I?

Dress me in fine linen, wrap me in a sheet, and I'll be sure to comfort you from your head down to your feet. What am I

Often seen in the middle of the night, I can also send an ball into flight. What am I?

Intense interrogation, bars in parallel, Or ostentatious dentistry that shows you're doing well

There's an inspector out there carrying this name, He go goes with his arms and he is drawn to fame.