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Good catch, Carolyn:
He died on July 4, 2008, slitting his wrists in a washtub out back beneath the pecan tree and writing "I've been a bad boy" in his own blood. The skins of several children were found drying in his attic, swarms of horseflies going in and out of the eaves. His wife was quoted on CNN as saying "I always wondered about Jesse's collection of little shoes."[14]
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Actually, I was hoping he went like the gynormous diner in Monty Python's "The Meaning of Life". But that version is sufficiently Helms.
Posted by: Kevin Hayden | 05 July 2008 at 03:46