Hitchcock Couldn’t Have Wrote it Better – Email from Mom

Truth is stranger than fiction!
Anyone want to tage a shot at the odds of this ever happening again?

For those who have served on a jury, this one is something to think about.
Just when you think
 you have heard everything!  Do you like to read a good murder mystery?
Not even Law and Order
 would attempt to capture this mess.
This is an unbelievable twist of fate!

At the 1994 annual awards dinner given for Forensic Science (AAFS), President Dr. Don Harper Mills
astounded his audience with the
 legal complications of a bizarre death.
Here is the
 story: 

On March 23, 1994, the medical examiner viewed the body of Ronald Opus and concluded that he died
from a shotgun wound to the head.
Mr. Opus had jumped
 from the top of a ten-story building intending to commit suicide.  He left a note to
that effect indicating his
 despondency. 

As he fell past the ninth floor, his life was interrupted by a shotgun blast passing through a window which
killed him instantly. Neither the
 shooter nor the deceased was aware that a safety net had been installed just
below the eighth floor level to protect some building workers and that Ronald Opus would not have been able
to complete his suicide the way he had
 planned.

The room on the ninth floor, where the shotgun blast emanated, was occupied by an elderly man and his wife.
They were arguing vigorously and he
 was threatening her with a shotgun! The man was so upset that when he pulled 
the trigger, he completely
 missed his wife and the pellets went through the window, striking Mr. Opus.

When one intends to kill subject ‘A’ but kills subject ‘B’ in the attempt, one is guilty of the murder of subject ‘B.’

When confronted with the murder charge, the old man and his wife were both adamant that they thought 
the shotgun was not loaded. The oldman said it was a long-standing habit to threaten his wife with the
unloaded
 shotgun.  He had no intention to murder her. Therefore the killing of Mr. Opus appeared to be an accident;
that is, assuming the gun had been accidentally loaded.

The continuing investigation turned up a witness who saw the old couple’s son loading the shotgun about six weeks
prior to the fatal 
accident.  It transpired that the old lady had cut off her son’s financial support and the son, 
knowing the propensity of his father to use the shotgun threateningly, loaded the gun with the expectation that
his father
 would shoot his mother.  

Since the loader of the gun was aware of this, he was guilty of the murder even though he didn’t actually pull the
trigger.  The case now becomes one of murder on the part of the son for the death of Ronald Opus.

Now comes the exquisite twist..
Further investigation
 revealed that the son was, in fact, Ronald Opus.
He had become
 increasingly despondent over the failure of his attempt to engineer his mother’s murder.
This led him to jump
 off the ten-story building on March 23rd, only to be killed by a shotgun blast passing
through the ninth story
 window.

The son, Ronald Opus, had actually murdered himself!
So the medical
 examiner closed the case as a suicide.

A true story from Associated Press.      

Watery Grave

*image source: dreamworlds.ru

This is dedicated to all those poor young ladies who went out to have fun with friends and never made it back home.  God bless their souls.

Scent of Almond

My aunt placed the tea on the table before exiting. These family reunions were always uncomfortable. The conversations grew hot quickly from the grinding friction of personalities. I counted the hours until I would be home again. Instead of fiddling with the hem of my shirt I decided to drink the tea my aunt had offered me. She had a fascination with buying ornate plates, cutlery and cups. The intricate, golden design winked at me. What disconcerted me was the content. Blood-red tea reflected my anxious expression. I took the teacup and rested the cool ceramic against my bottom lip. I was only being paranoid. This was normal tea. The sickly sweet liquid broke past the seal of my lips. I convinced myself the blood-red tea was a fitting choice. After all, wasn’t it blood that had forced us to converse this evening? Somebody had to inherit our grandparent’s money.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

That blood’s thicker than water
is what people do say
when opposite personalities will
often a friendship decay

Even though my aunt had
truly hated my mother
’twas only her and I
no other sister or brother

And so the bloody color
of this particular tea
just seemed as appropriate
as it could ever be

Right before I sipped
the liquid from my cup
over the delicate rim
I stopped to glance up

My aunt began staring
with wide opened eyes
and a look showing
an element of surprise

The faintest smile then
spread across my lips
as I raised the cup
and took a couple sips

She had placed hers
back on the table
beginning to stand up
but found herself unable

Glaring now at me
almond sent filled the air
while there was no sympathy
for her would I spare

And right before she died
I really do believe
that she drank the arsenic
her mind did conceive

Her head hit the table
as I kept my seat
for I had switched cups
to her own defeat!

Teresa Marie  12/3/11


 

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by Ermilia