Hello, and welcome to my favorite murder the minisode. Marie read you your stories? Would you like to go first? Sure? I got a fucking classic hometown here. Amazing. This one's called my dad eight Brown's Chicken and Valentine, Illinois, the night of January eighth, nineteen ninety three. He knew four of the victims.

Hello, and welcome to my favorite murder the minisode. Marie read you your stories? Would you like to go first? Sure? I got a fucking classic hometown here. Amazing. This one's called my dad eight Brown's Chicken and Valentine, Illinois, the night of January eighth, nineteen ninety three. He knew four of the victims.

Wow.

Wow.

And this is, of course the Brown's Chicken massacre case that I covered in episode two sixty three, which is what I'm talking about, where seven people were murdered. Okay, dear beloved MFM gang. For the many years I've listened to your show, I've pondered what could I possibly share while overlooking? My most obvious connection to a famous Massacre's on on me while visiting my hometown of Chicago last week, and I passed a Brown's Chicken and pasta. Here is my moment of glory. I'm proud to say that my dad is an immigrant and doctor who worked unbelievably hard to establish his own medical practice in the late eighties in the quiet northwest suburb of Palatine, Illinois. My dad's practice was located just behind a Brown's Chicken. My dad didn't like the Brown's Chicken because the building blocked the street view of his office typical mentality of my business staffy father, but he loved fatty crispy chicken. In time, he became friends with the owners, Richard and Lynne Ellenfeldt. My dad regularly ate at his friend's business, and Friday, January eighth, nineteen ninety three was no exception. My dad decided to stay late to catch up on work, but dinner presented a dilemma. His new year's resolution was to cut back on greasy food. After his business closed at seven pm and his staff left, my dad said fuck it, and he walked over to Brown's Chicken across the parking lot to buy two pieces of classic leg and thigh with the extra greasy cornbread, along with equally greasy mashed potatoes. As he puts, it, sounds amazing. He chatted with Richard for a bit before returning to his office with his fried chicken. That night, he worked in his personal office located in the back of the unit. He ate his dinner, did his work until about ten pm, and left from the rear door that opened into the alley behind the office, not knowing what was happening. Less than two hundred and fifty feet away from him. The next morning, he found his office surrounded by yellow tape, police and news station bands. To this day, my dad is still disturbed from the moment he learned that his friend and his wife, Richard and Lynn, were brutally murdered as he sat working in his office the night prior. My dad doesn't recall hearing anything that night. My dad also knew the two high school students who were killed, Michael C. Castro and Rico L. Solis, because he was their doctor and did their annual school physicals. Oh, it's heartbreaking, I know. The following Monday, he went out and bought his first gun and never fell safe in that office again. In the months that followed, my dad saw his business plainly in the background of local and national news covering the story. The Brown's Chicken that once blocked the view of my dad's office was the source of free advertising on a level that he did not want. Unfortunately, twenty five years later, my dad was the victim of an attempted murder by a family member that it says, that's another longer story. Uh, I mean, yes it is, and you should write it. My dad survived by the skin of his teeth, and I'm so grateful he's still alive to recount the story and many others. I often think about what my life could have been like if he didn't survive, and all the light, love, memories and stories that would have vanished with him. I admire your work of bringing life back to the people we have wrongfully lost, because the families of the victims deserve it, and they deserve to know others stand with them in their loss. I'm grateful on not one of them, but my heart is with anyone affected by censeless acts of violence. Stay sexy and don't follow your new ye's resolutions if it means you get to see your friend's less love.

And this is, of course the Brown's Chicken massacre case that I covered in episode two sixty three, which is what I'm talking about, where seven people were murdered. Okay, dear beloved MFM gang. For the many years I've listened to your show, I've pondered what could I possibly share while overlooking? My most obvious connection to a famous Massacre's on on me while visiting my hometown of Chicago last week, and I passed a Brown's Chicken and pasta. Here is my moment of glory. I'm proud to say that my dad is an immigrant and doctor who worked unbelievably hard to establish his own medical practice in the late eighties in the quiet northwest suburb of Palatine, Illinois. My dad's practice was located just behind a Brown's Chicken. My dad didn't like the Brown's Chicken because the building blocked the street view of his office typical mentality of my business staffy father, but he loved fatty crispy chicken. In time, he became friends with the owners, Richard and Lynne Ellenfeldt. My dad regularly ate at his friend's business, and Friday, January eighth, nineteen ninety three was no exception. My dad decided to stay late to catch up on work, but dinner presented a dilemma. His new year's resolution was to cut back on greasy food. After his business closed at seven pm and his staff left, my dad said fuck it, and he walked over to Brown's Chicken across the parking lot to buy two pieces of classic leg and thigh with the extra greasy cornbread, along with equally greasy mashed potatoes. As he puts, it, sounds amazing. He chatted with Richard for a bit before returning to his office with his fried chicken. That night, he worked in his personal office located in the back of the unit. He ate his dinner, did his work until about ten pm, and left from the rear door that opened into the alley behind the office, not knowing what was happening. Less than two hundred and fifty feet away from him. The next morning, he found his office surrounded by yellow tape, police and news station bands. To this day, my dad is still disturbed from the moment he learned that his friend and his wife, Richard and Lynn, were brutally murdered as he sat working in his office the night prior. My dad doesn't recall hearing anything that night. My dad also knew the two high school students who were killed, Michael C. Castro and Rico L. Solis, because he was their doctor and did their annual school physicals. Oh, it's heartbreaking, I know. The following Monday, he went out and bought his first gun and never fell safe in that office again. In the months that followed, my dad saw his business plainly in the background of local and national news covering the story. The Brown's Chicken that once blocked the view of my dad's office was the source of free advertising on a level that he did not want. Unfortunately, twenty five years later, my dad was the victim of an attempted murder by a family member that it says, that's another longer story. Uh, I mean, yes it is, and you should write it. My dad survived by the skin of his teeth, and I'm so grateful he's still alive to recount the story and many others. I often think about what my life could have been like if he didn't survive, and all the light, love, memories and stories that would have vanished with him. I admire your work of bringing life back to the people we have wrongfully lost, because the families of the victims deserve it, and they deserve to know others stand with them in their loss. I'm grateful on not one of them, but my heart is with anyone affected by censeless acts of violence. Stay sexy and don't follow your new ye's resolutions if it means you get to see your friend's less love.

Olivia God, Olivia, Like, what a what a story, and what a thing for your dad to go through that alone, separate from the other details. But just like an immigrant that comes to this country, becomes a doctor, builds a business, makes makes friends in his community, is part of the community, and then this happens to the community. Unbelievable. All right, Well, this episode is airing on Saint Patrick's Day, right, So here's a little left turn email and this subject line of it is a Saint Patrick's Day prank gone wrong.

Olivia God, Olivia, Like, what a what a story, and what a thing for your dad to go through that alone, separate from the other details. But just like an immigrant that comes to this country, becomes a doctor, builds a business, makes makes friends in his community, is part of the community, and then this happens to the community. Unbelievable. All right, Well, this episode is airing on Saint Patrick's Day, right, So here's a little left turn email and this subject line of it is a Saint Patrick's Day prank gone wrong.

Now, I'm not.

Now, I'm not.

Sure who people are out there that are pranking people on Saint Patrick's Day, the ones who cannot wait.

Sure who people are out there that are pranking people on Saint Patrick's Day, the ones who cannot wait.

For April Fools or what a thing?

For April Fools or what a thing?

I don't or is it just kind of friends being dicks to each other because they can.

I don't or is it just kind of friends being dicks to each other because they can.

But I don't know. So I could see like a little leprechaun being a prank star that makes sense. Well, I think they're just greedy.

But I don't know. So I could see like a little leprechaun being a prank star that makes sense. Well, I think they're just greedy.

I mean, I don't know why we're trying to fold in other Okay, let me read this email. Okay, top of the morning to you, lassies. I'm writing it as a Day two listener. My friend Christina with a K heard you on Day one and raved about you. Of course I had to check out the podcast, and I've been a loyal listener ever since. Now here's my story of questionable parenting. For years, I've had a tradition of setting my voicemail message as a leprechaun looking for his gold.

I mean, I don't know why we're trying to fold in other Okay, let me read this email. Okay, top of the morning to you, lassies. I'm writing it as a Day two listener. My friend Christina with a K heard you on Day one and raved about you. Of course I had to check out the podcast, and I've been a loyal listener ever since. Now here's my story of questionable parenting. For years, I've had a tradition of setting my voicemail message as a leprechaun looking for his gold.

I'm so sorry, what wait? What for you?

I'm so sorry, what wait? What for you?

I forgot about this and this used to be such a big part of everyone's life. Is what was your outgoing message going to be right? And it was kind of like what you were about, and you definitely wanted people to see you in a certain way. Yeah, so this person's saying, for years, I've had a tradition of setting my voicemail message as a leprechaun looking for his gold on Saint Patrick's Day.

I forgot about this and this used to be such a big part of everyone's life. Is what was your outgoing message going to be right? And it was kind of like what you were about, and you definitely wanted people to see you in a certain way. Yeah, so this person's saying, for years, I've had a tradition of setting my voicemail message as a leprechaun looking for his gold on Saint Patrick's Day.

What a fun way to be creative. I think mine is like the robot right now? Is it so boring? Yeah?

What a fun way to be creative. I think mine is like the robot right now? Is it so boring? Yeah?

Well, I think it's because the trend is out where it's like people don't really call each other as much anymore.

Well, I think it's because the trend is out where it's like people don't really call each other as much anymore.

Right there used to be a really big deal.

Right there used to be a really big deal.

Okay, one particular year, I decided to take it a step further and play a little prank on my kids, who are six and eight at the time. I called my home phone and left a message in my best leprechnvoys, No, I have to do a LEPrecon.

Okay, one particular year, I decided to take it a step further and play a little prank on my kids, who are six and eight at the time. I called my home phone and left a message in my best leprechnvoys, No, I have to do a LEPrecon.

You have to do it?

You have to do it?

'tis knowing you have me gold and I'll be sneaking in tonight to find your treasures. Yes from me? Wow?

'tis knowing you have me gold and I'll be sneaking in tonight to find your treasures. Yes from me? Wow?

Yes, I'm so glad they didn't give this to me. The powers that be did not pick this one and give it to me, because I would have ruined that and that was perfect. Thank you kindly.

Yes, I'm so glad they didn't give this to me. The powers that be did not pick this one and give it to me, because I would have ruined that and that was perfect. Thank you kindly.

So they say I thought it was hilarious. That evening, during supper, I played the message for the kids. My daughter had a friend staying for a sleepover, and I really sold it, acting surprise and saying a leprechaun left us a message he thinks we have his gold. To make it even more fun, I suggested we build a leprechaun trap after dinner, using sticks in a cardboard box. At first, it all seemed fine. The kids went along with the idea, but then bedtime came. My daughter and her friend came into the living room crying. They were absolutely terrified that the leprechaun was coming for them. The friend was so scared that she called her mother and wanted to go.

So they say I thought it was hilarious. That evening, during supper, I played the message for the kids. My daughter had a friend staying for a sleepover, and I really sold it, acting surprise and saying a leprechaun left us a message he thinks we have his gold. To make it even more fun, I suggested we build a leprechaun trap after dinner, using sticks in a cardboard box. At first, it all seemed fine. The kids went along with the idea, but then bedtime came. My daughter and her friend came into the living room crying. They were absolutely terrified that the leprechaun was coming for them. The friend was so scared that she called her mother and wanted to go.

Oh, it's so embarrassing as a parent.

Oh, it's so embarrassing as a parent.

When I got on the phone to explain it was just a joke, neither the mother nor my husband found it funny.

When I got on the phone to explain it was just a joke, neither the mother nor my husband found it funny.

She has not a friend in the room. No divorce accept that little reprekahan.

She has not a friend in the room. No divorce accept that little reprekahan.

To this day, my daughter and son remind me of how I traumatized them, insisting it was not a cool thing to do. Of course, I still find it hilarious, and I continue to leave my annual Leprechaun voicemail message every Saint Patrick's Day, wishing you all a happy and mischievous Saint Patrick's Day.

To this day, my daughter and son remind me of how I traumatized them, insisting it was not a cool thing to do. Of course, I still find it hilarious, and I continue to leave my annual Leprechaun voicemail message every Saint Patrick's Day, wishing you all a happy and mischievous Saint Patrick's Day.

Paula, Paula, just the thought of them, like my mom if she were a prankster, how bad that would suck. Yeah, you know, it's like a new level of trauma.

Paula, Paula, just the thought of them, like my mom if she were a prankster, how bad that would suck. Yeah, you know, it's like a new level of trauma.

I feel like I had a cousin and he now does it to his daughter's which makes me laugh. But I know that I felt very differently when he was pranking quote unquote, which is just outright abusing us during the seventies. But he still does stuff like he goes out if he's going out to the car to get something, and then he knows his daughters coming behind, he'll hide behind a bush and then just jump out with them. He does lots of that, that kind of stuff, And I know it's because he's like, I want you to get ready for the world, right.

I feel like I had a cousin and he now does it to his daughter's which makes me laugh. But I know that I felt very differently when he was pranking quote unquote, which is just outright abusing us during the seventies. But he still does stuff like he goes out if he's going out to the car to get something, and then he knows his daughters coming behind, he'll hide behind a bush and then just jump out with them. He does lots of that, that kind of stuff, And I know it's because he's like, I want you to get ready for the world, right.

He don't trust anyone, especially not your parents, Like start at home yet not trusting anyone.

He don't trust anyone, especially not your parents, Like start at home yet not trusting anyone.

If you step out into a dark driveway in the middle of the country, you better start wondering who's hiding behind a bush.

If you step out into a dark driveway in the middle of the country, you better start wondering who's hiding behind a bush.

That's on you if you don't. Yeah, this is called laughing when you're not supposed to do at a funeral. Hey, Gal's just listen to the episode where you talk about laughing so hard when you aren't supposed to. Our favorite m I had to tell you the story. My sweet and perfect Mormon grandmother, Joan died at the age of ninety three a couple of years ago. Her only living sibling, Barbara, died back in twenty twenty. It was COVID time, so instead of bearing her sister, we had her cremated with a plan to let her rest with my grandmother when the time came in talking with the funeral home when my grandmother died, we asked if we could just put my great aunt's cremaines in with her sister. They were going to bury the grandma. The cremaines hadn't been buried yet. They vehemently said no, not unless we pay the quote paperwork and fees to the tune of over six K. And that says pretty sure in today's money, that's got to be at least nine K inflation. Yeah, we declined just to put them together.

That's on you if you don't. Yeah, this is called laughing when you're not supposed to do at a funeral. Hey, Gal's just listen to the episode where you talk about laughing so hard when you aren't supposed to. Our favorite m I had to tell you the story. My sweet and perfect Mormon grandmother, Joan died at the age of ninety three a couple of years ago. Her only living sibling, Barbara, died back in twenty twenty. It was COVID time, so instead of bearing her sister, we had her cremated with a plan to let her rest with my grandmother when the time came in talking with the funeral home when my grandmother died, we asked if we could just put my great aunt's cremaines in with her sister. They were going to bury the grandma. The cremaines hadn't been buried yet. They vehemently said no, not unless we pay the quote paperwork and fees to the tune of over six K. And that says pretty sure in today's money, that's got to be at least nine K inflation. Yeah, we declined just to put them together.

Well, but they're like basically like, oh no, no, that's a whole separate bunch of charges that we are not collapsing into one charge.

Well, but they're like basically like, oh no, no, that's a whole separate bunch of charges that we are not collapsing into one charge.

Oh there's no two for one right here. At a funeral the morning of my grandmother's burial, we all gathered. Plan was to walk across the cemetery together to her gravesite behind the hearse. We all had roses to place on her casket. My grandmother's favorite animal was birds of prey like owls, So I gave an owl stuffy to my six year old niece to drop in her grave with her casket. She hugged it all the wa way to the grave and it was time she dropped it on top of her casket. It made a loud thud. I was trying desperately not to laugh and refuse to make eye contact with my aunts, sisters, and mother because I knew we all die of laughter at this inappropriate time. This is because the night before I destuffed the owl, took my great aunt Barber's cremains and placed them into the stuffed owl. And so to back up, hell, yes you did, cheers, stay sexy and don't let the funeral homes charges keep you from letting your family rest together. And should I say her name? I feel like I didn't want out her, but oh well, Megan, she her Megan.

Oh there's no two for one right here. At a funeral the morning of my grandmother's burial, we all gathered. Plan was to walk across the cemetery together to her gravesite behind the hearse. We all had roses to place on her casket. My grandmother's favorite animal was birds of prey like owls, So I gave an owl stuffy to my six year old niece to drop in her grave with her casket. She hugged it all the wa way to the grave and it was time she dropped it on top of her casket. It made a loud thud. I was trying desperately not to laugh and refuse to make eye contact with my aunts, sisters, and mother because I knew we all die of laughter at this inappropriate time. This is because the night before I destuffed the owl, took my great aunt Barber's cremains and placed them into the stuffed owl. And so to back up, hell, yes you did, cheers, stay sexy and don't let the funeral homes charges keep you from letting your family rest together. And should I say her name? I feel like I didn't want out her, but oh well, Megan, she her Megan.

Megan signed her name. She's like, you know what, come for me, Come for me. She's already down there and buried. Yeah, that's brilliant.

Megan signed her name. She's like, you know what, come for me, Come for me. She's already down there and buried. Yeah, that's brilliant.

I know. I love it breaking rules that don't belong.

I know. I love it breaking rules that don't belong.

Yeah, the rules that are rules just so they can charge you fees and get a foot is like, well then you get Now we're all we all get to try to rip each other off. If that's what your standing rule is.

Yeah, the rules that are rules just so they can charge you fees and get a foot is like, well then you get Now we're all we all get to try to rip each other off. If that's what your standing rule is.

I have rules too. Yeah, the rule you're trying to get me, Like, get me? So then I'm going to follow your rules and try to get you. Yeah, I'm gonna get you an amen.

I have rules too. Yeah, the rule you're trying to get me, Like, get me? So then I'm going to follow your rules and try to get you. Yeah, I'm gonna get you an amen.

Okay, let's see. Oh this is a classic hometown and it says coming too close to a murderer is the subject line. Hi, ladies, I've got a classic hometown for you. This story comes from my mom, who has told it over the years, and it gives me chills every single time. The first few years of my life, my family lived in a small town outside of Albany, New York. Early one morning, my dad left for work, and my mom decided to take her cup of coffee and her youngest, cute little baby me out onto the front porch. My older brother and sister were sleeping inside. As she sat rocking me and enjoying the quiet morning, something caught her attention. She watched as a man she didn't recognize emerged from the house across the street and walk up the driveway. As he reached the sidewalk, he stopped and noticed that she was watching, and the two made eye contact. My mom got instant bad vibes. He just stood for another moment as my mom busied herself with adjusting me in her lap and generally avoiding looking in his direction. He finally moved down the road. What my mom didn't realize at the time is that she had just witnessed this man leaving the scene after brutally murdering our neighbor.

Okay, let's see. Oh this is a classic hometown and it says coming too close to a murderer is the subject line. Hi, ladies, I've got a classic hometown for you. This story comes from my mom, who has told it over the years, and it gives me chills every single time. The first few years of my life, my family lived in a small town outside of Albany, New York. Early one morning, my dad left for work, and my mom decided to take her cup of coffee and her youngest, cute little baby me out onto the front porch. My older brother and sister were sleeping inside. As she sat rocking me and enjoying the quiet morning, something caught her attention. She watched as a man she didn't recognize emerged from the house across the street and walk up the driveway. As he reached the sidewalk, he stopped and noticed that she was watching, and the two made eye contact. My mom got instant bad vibes. He just stood for another moment as my mom busied herself with adjusting me in her lap and generally avoiding looking in his direction. He finally moved down the road. What my mom didn't realize at the time is that she had just witnessed this man leaving the scene after brutally murdering our neighbor.

Holy fuck. Yeah. Here's what happened.

Holy fuck. Yeah. Here's what happened.

The previous evening, a young woman who lived across the street had a small party at her home. About an hour after all her guests had left, one man returned to rape and kill her. After assaulting her, he dragged her to the cellar, where he used a wooden footstool to bludgeon.

The previous evening, a young woman who lived across the street had a small party at her home. About an hour after all her guests had left, one man returned to rape and kill her. After assaulting her, he dragged her to the cellar, where he used a wooden footstool to bludgeon.

Her and slit her throat. Oh my god.

Her and slit her throat. Oh my god.

Thankfully the man was arrested pretty quickly after her body was discovered. My mom helped identify him, but has said the whole situation was incredibly scary and traumatic.

Thankfully the man was arrested pretty quickly after her body was discovered. My mom helped identify him, but has said the whole situation was incredibly scary and traumatic.

Of course.

Of course.

Yeah, after being seen, he could have very easily decided to walk across the street to get rid of the witness. That's something my mom has thought about many times.

Yeah, after being seen, he could have very easily decided to walk across the street to get rid of the witness. That's something my mom has thought about many times.

Definitely.

Definitely.

Yeah. So there's my hometown story. Honestly, just an in a long list about men who so easily perpetuate brutality against women. It's sickening. So remember, stay sexy and drink your coffee inside, love you cam.

Yeah. So there's my hometown story. Honestly, just an in a long list about men who so easily perpetuate brutality against women. It's sickening. So remember, stay sexy and drink your coffee inside, love you cam.

That is chilling. Yeah, that is like she could have been the only witness to the fact that he was still there, Like his alibi is out because of her, and yep, he didn't do anything, fucking thank god. That's wild.

That is chilling. Yeah, that is like she could have been the only witness to the fact that he was still there, Like his alibi is out because of her, and yep, he didn't do anything, fucking thank god. That's wild.

Also, it's just that the exponential vulnerability of a mother and her brand new baby.

Also, it's just that the exponential vulnerability of a mother and her brand new baby.

Yeah early in the morning, Oh my god, and the poor world wild. All right, Well, my last one is just completely not like that at all. Okay, it's called dope hometown Festivals. So here we got great hey y'all in minnesod for seventeen Oh and there's actually a Saint Patrick's Day shout out in this one too. In Minnisod four seventeen, after talking about one town's Hot Dog Day, you requested more weird. Hometown festivals have two good ones. This one's weird. I'm from Richmond, Virginia, where every New Year's Day we host the Cone Parade. Dozens of hungover people meet and parade through part of the city in full body cone costumes that range from rolled up poster board with names of metal bands written on them to full coney works of art and wordplay. And oli under does this mean like like a traffic cone? Or are we talking about like an animal cone that you put on animal when they get surgery. Can you look it up? I guess traffic cone. My money's on a traffic cone. That's what I thought too. But let's go. I've attended as both a spectator and a cone and had a blast either way. There's a live DJ, so there are a few steps for the cones to dance aka awkwardly bob up and down. A couple notable cones this year were a few chapel rowan cones, UFOs abducting cows with the cone as a tractor beam, a group of colored pencils, and a dog in a cone, Get a dog in a cone. I love my weird city Georgia.

Yeah early in the morning, Oh my god, and the poor world wild. All right, Well, my last one is just completely not like that at all. Okay, it's called dope hometown Festivals. So here we got great hey y'all in minnesod for seventeen Oh and there's actually a Saint Patrick's Day shout out in this one too. In Minnisod four seventeen, after talking about one town's Hot Dog Day, you requested more weird. Hometown festivals have two good ones. This one's weird. I'm from Richmond, Virginia, where every New Year's Day we host the Cone Parade. Dozens of hungover people meet and parade through part of the city in full body cone costumes that range from rolled up poster board with names of metal bands written on them to full coney works of art and wordplay. And oli under does this mean like like a traffic cone? Or are we talking about like an animal cone that you put on animal when they get surgery. Can you look it up? I guess traffic cone. My money's on a traffic cone. That's what I thought too. But let's go. I've attended as both a spectator and a cone and had a blast either way. There's a live DJ, so there are a few steps for the cones to dance aka awkwardly bob up and down. A couple notable cones this year were a few chapel rowan cones, UFOs abducting cows with the cone as a tractor beam, a group of colored pencils, and a dog in a cone, Get a dog in a cone. I love my weird city Georgia.

It's literally like cone shape, Like it's not a traffic cone, just the.

It's literally like cone shape, Like it's not a traffic cone, just the.

Shape of a cone. It could be anything and it's just cone.

Shape of a cone. It could be anything and it's just cone.

Shit.

Shit.

Okay, that's easy, that works. I now live in Savannah, Georgia. Saint Patrick's Day is the biggest event in Savannah every year, which I didn't know that Saint Patrick is celebrated for driving the snakes out of Ireland. So, of course, a few days before the big event, a local group hosts a Savannah Slithering, where people parade through the city dressed as snakes and carrying snake lanterns. What mayas Vince is a worst Namer. My husband and I have already started our costumes for this year's slithering. How do you end an email? I have no clue ssggm, and thank you for all you do, Laura, shee they Laura, you killed that ending. Incredible job.

Okay, that's easy, that works. I now live in Savannah, Georgia. Saint Patrick's Day is the biggest event in Savannah every year, which I didn't know that Saint Patrick is celebrated for driving the snakes out of Ireland. So, of course, a few days before the big event, a local group hosts a Savannah Slithering, where people parade through the city dressed as snakes and carrying snake lanterns. What mayas Vince is a worst Namer. My husband and I have already started our costumes for this year's slithering. How do you end an email? I have no clue ssggm, and thank you for all you do, Laura, shee they Laura, you killed that ending. Incredible job.

Yeah, this slithering is hilarious, like slithering. It's just it's like such the game of telephone of time, where clearly when that first started it made perfect sense. Was like the lanterns were you know whatever, I'm making up something from the thirties. This is how everybody lit things. Yeah, and now it just is like snakes with lanterns, makes no sense.

Yeah, this slithering is hilarious, like slithering. It's just it's like such the game of telephone of time, where clearly when that first started it made perfect sense. Was like the lanterns were you know whatever, I'm making up something from the thirties. This is how everybody lit things. Yeah, and now it just is like snakes with lanterns, makes no sense.

I do love these, like adult gatherings like this the Santa Con every year they have that like ride to work in your underwear day in New York, Like I just love those little things where you can be a goofy adult.

I do love these, like adult gatherings like this the Santa Con every year they have that like ride to work in your underwear day in New York, Like I just love those little things where you can be a goofy adult.

Yes, I think people need it.

Yes, I think people need it.

Yeah, make me happy. Okay, here's my last one.

Yeah, make me happy. Okay, here's my last one.

The title says the title, and then a dash don't read this title out. Oh no, I'm sorry, It says, don't read title if read out?

The title says the title, and then a dash don't read this title out. Oh no, I'm sorry, It says, don't read title if read out?

Got it?

Got it?

Got it, and we get right into it. High pals, longtime listener, first time emailer. You ask for inappropriate laughter stories at a funeral, So here you go.

Got it, and we get right into it. High pals, longtime listener, first time emailer. You ask for inappropriate laughter stories at a funeral, So here you go.

Yes, my favorite.

Yes, my favorite.

I hail from the Emerald Dial Dublin, Ireland. The Emerald Dial would just be Ireland, but it's like I hailed from the Emerald Dial Dublin, Ireland. Funerals here are long events of silent, awkward gatherings where no one really knows how to act or what to say to each other. And then I would add editorial note in parentheses until they all get.

I hail from the Emerald Dial Dublin, Ireland. The Emerald Dial would just be Ireland, but it's like I hailed from the Emerald Dial Dublin, Ireland. Funerals here are long events of silent, awkward gatherings where no one really knows how to act or what to say to each other. And then I would add editorial note in parentheses until they all get.

Drunk, and I was like, where's they all call? Though?

Drunk, and I was like, where's they all call? Though?

Yeah, it's like that's the first fifteen minutes, but now talk about when everyone gets three beers aboard. Anyway, a family member of mine sadly passed away. It was my first time attending a cremation. If you've never experienced one, let me explain. It's basically the burial part, but at the end, a curtain appears and slowly covers the coffin and music plays. It's very symbolic, beautiful and sad. Well it usually is, I'm sure, except for my family member's cremation.

Yeah, it's like that's the first fifteen minutes, but now talk about when everyone gets three beers aboard. Anyway, a family member of mine sadly passed away. It was my first time attending a cremation. If you've never experienced one, let me explain. It's basically the burial part, but at the end, a curtain appears and slowly covers the coffin and music plays. It's very symbolic, beautiful and sad. Well it usually is, I'm sure, except for my family member's cremation.

He chose the classic I Don't.

He chose the classic I Don't.

Know Mambo number five by Lou Bega to play him out of this World.

Know Mambo number five by Lou Bega to play him out of this World.

Oh my god, I.

Oh my god, I.

Can't sing it. We can't sing it, but but I love him so what a hero hero, Yes you read that correctly. The song about wanting a little bit of Monica Rita, Sandra and Tina suddenly started to blast out of the old speakers. Imagine the worst sound called the speakers banging out that intro.

Can't sing it. We can't sing it, but but I love him so what a hero hero, Yes you read that correctly. The song about wanting a little bit of Monica Rita, Sandra and Tina suddenly started to blast out of the old speakers. Imagine the worst sound called the speakers banging out that intro.

Based brilliant, brilliant.

Based brilliant, brilliant.

I didn't know the family member too well, so I burst out laughing, immediately expecting everyone to be in on this joke. And then in all caps it says nope, and then it's a joke, a smiley face. As I turned around, I caught shocked and alarmed expressions. It seems no one expected this song, and it was brilliant. What started as an extremely sad moment turned into a joyful one, and afterwards stories were exchanged about how funny he was and how he would have loved it. The moral of the story is stay sexy and pick a funny song for your cremation. Lots of love.

I didn't know the family member too well, so I burst out laughing, immediately expecting everyone to be in on this joke. And then in all caps it says nope, and then it's a joke, a smiley face. As I turned around, I caught shocked and alarmed expressions. It seems no one expected this song, and it was brilliant. What started as an extremely sad moment turned into a joyful one, and afterwards stories were exchanged about how funny he was and how he would have loved it. The moral of the story is stay sexy and pick a funny song for your cremation. Lots of love.

Yon She her, Oh my God, like I love I love this person. That's so fucking hilarious and amazing.

Yon She her, Oh my God, like I love I love this person. That's so fucking hilarious and amazing.

It's so good to be like, Okay, yeah, I'm gonna die. It makes me feel like they maybe were slightly on the younger side to know that song and then to know how funny it would be.

It's so good to be like, Okay, yeah, I'm gonna die. It makes me feel like they maybe were slightly on the younger side to know that song and then to know how funny it would be.

Did you see recently the thing going around that was like a grandma died and she had these cards made up to pass out at her funeral that had Wiji boards on it and said keep in touch. Yes, brilliant, so good. If you know your funeral's coming, do something funny on it. Yeah, pay it forward. You're not gonna be here anymore.

Did you see recently the thing going around that was like a grandma died and she had these cards made up to pass out at her funeral that had Wiji boards on it and said keep in touch. Yes, brilliant, so good. If you know your funeral's coming, do something funny on it. Yeah, pay it forward. You're not gonna be here anymore.

Think of others for one.

Think of others for one.

And then have them write in their story to My Favorite Murder. Please.

And then have them write in their story to My Favorite Murder. Please.

All right, well, hey, happy Saint Patrick's Day. Please safe in saying the Saint Patrick's Day. We don't want to see you drink nine beers like you did last year.

All right, well, hey, happy Saint Patrick's Day. Please safe in saying the Saint Patrick's Day. We don't want to see you drink nine beers like you did last year.

Come on, no green barf this year.

Come on, no green barf this year.

Please come on, come on, stay sexy and don't get murdered. Okay, bye, Elvis, do you want to cook? E? This has been an exactly right production.

Please come on, come on, stay sexy and don't get murdered. Okay, bye, Elvis, do you want to cook? E? This has been an exactly right production.

Our senior producer is Alejandra Keck.

Our senior producer is Alejandra Keck.

Our editor is Aristotle Oscevedo.

Our editor is Aristotle Oscevedo.

This episode was mixed by Leona.

This episode was mixed by Leona.

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