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Hello, and welcome to My Favorite Murder, The Mini Sode.

We read you your stories.

You go first.

Okay.

This is about a summer job at a cemetery.

Hi, Karen in Georgia.

Day one listener here since 2016 and first time writing you to tell you my hometown murder.

I grew up in a small town in southwestern Wyoming.

Yes, all towns in Wyoming are small.

There's no towns in Wyoming.

In my late teens, I worked at the cemetery for a summer job for my first few years of college in the late 90s, early 2000s.

I worked on the grounds crew, mostly mowing and repairing sprinkler systems.

The job was relatively mundane until the FBI came to exhume two bodies one day while I was working.

I mean, that's for high school, did they say?

College.

College, yeah.

That's like a big deal.

Yeah.

Rewind to 1996 when the son, we'll call him Joe, of two school teachers in the same town lost his son and wife in a tragic accident.

The family was on a fun day trip near a lake in the High Plains.

They were overlooking a 200-foot cliff.

And when Joe went to his car to get a soda, his wife wife and son fell to their deaths off the 200-foot cliff.

It was a horrible accident, and the whole small town rallied around Joe to support him.

Fast forward to 1999, when Joe is arrested for hiring a hitman to kill his school teacher parents.

The hitman was Joe's childhood friend and the local small-town drug dealer, Jesus fucking Christ.

However, this drug dealer has morals, so after Joe asked him to murder his parents, he reported it to the police, and the FBI began listening in on their phone calls.

It's a small town in Wyoming.

I mean, like, this would be crazy in LA.

In any, it's everywhere.

It's like it's to the person, it's not the place where you are.

Yeah.

Someone gets a little idea.

This is what I'm going to do.

Joe eventually took a plea bargain to serve 10 years in prison for conspiracy to commit murder, federal charges.

However, small town gossip started around the possibility that maybe his wife and son's deaths were not an accident.

The drug dealer, Hitman, reported to the FBI that Joe had asked him to kill his wife and son about a month before their quote accident.

Fuck.

In 2000, while I was working at the cemetery, the FBI came and exhumed the bodies of his wife and son.

In 2001, Joe was charged with the murders of his wife and son.

The key witnesses were the drug dealer, Hitman, and a young woman.

The young woman was 13 years old when she met a then 23-year-old married Joe, and they started having an affair in 1996.

She's 13.

He told her that he wanted to get out of his marriage, but didn't want to get a divorce because he didn't want to have to pay child support.

He used to bring her on dates to the cliff that he would eventually throw his wife and son off of.

This man is sick.

This is so fucked up.

It's so bad.

I can't believe we haven't heard of this.

Also, like, what did they find from the exhumation?

Because, like, that seems...

Like, you really wouldn't find much, but I guess.

Or maybe they were drugged because they didn't fall.

Right, or bruises that happened beforehand.

I don't know.

Joe was eventually convicted of two counts of first-degree murder and the deaths of his wife and child, two counts of soliciting their murders, and two counts of soliciting his parents' murders, and was sentenced to six life sentences.

Thank God he didn't just get those 10 years.

What about statutory rape for dating a 13-year-old?

Can we do that too?

Oh, Lord.

Craziest part, even after hearing the FBI recorded conversations in Joe's own voice asking someone to murder his parents, his parents still supported him and did not believe he had tried to hire someone to kill them.

You just, that's like, you can't.

No, no.

You can't go past that.

No.

They also supported him through the murder trial of his wife and son.

Stay sexy and don't hire the local small-town drug dealer as a hitman, Shannon, CPA, she, her.

Shannon was at the core of everything happening in that tiny Wyoming town.

Yeah.

I mean,

good God.

At the cemetery.

Oh, my lord.

Also, that kind of thing where what a fascinating thing it would be to be like, here's the tragedy that everyone thought was a tragedy and you've felt terrible about for 30 years.

Yeah.

And then actually the last person in the world that deserves your sympathy.

Or if you hadn't then become even more greedy and tried to kill your own parents, you would have gotten away with it.

Yeah.

Forever.

Takes all kinds.

Okay.

We'll do similar.

This is a crime-based one as well.

This object line is superhero great-great-grandparents.

So it says, hi, folks, greetings from Ireland.

This might be long.

So for Jay's sake, let's get into it.

Karen, this is your time to shine.

Get your accent out.

It's just like, I can do that when it's me talking to you.

Yeah.

When it's someone from Ireland, no, thank you.

Just think of that amazing guy who makes those videos.

What's his name?

I love him.

Is it Sean?

Jesus fucking Christ.

The I'm Delicious guy.

Yes.

Blanking, I'm his number one fan.

He's also coming to America at some point.

I saw that.

Oh my God.

So many people tagged me where I'm like, you guys.

Yeah.

This is the best.

Don't do it.

Okay.

So my great-great-grandfather, Peter O'Carroll, was a locksmith in Dublin during the Irish War of Independence.

He was also the father of several active IRA members, including my great-grandfather, Michael O'Carroll.

On October 16th, 1920, Peter was shot and killed outside his shop on Manor Street.

A note was pinned to his chest that said, Traitor, so that those who found him would believe that he had been a traitor to the Irish cause.

For decades, our family and wider community believed that he had been murdered by the Black and Tans or the British forces in an act of random brutality.

Years later, during an episode of Who Do You Think You Are?, which is that DNA family trees type of show, my cousin, comedian Brendan O'Carroll, discovered the truth.

Peter's death wasn't random at all.

British forces had given him an ultimatum, either turn in his IRA sons or face the consequences.

When he refused, he was executed by Jocelyn Lee Hardy, a British intelligence officer infamous for his ruthlessness.

Holy shit.

The revelation was both shocking and clarifying for our family.

It painted a clearer picture of Peter, not just as a victim, but as a man who knowingly stood by his beliefs and protected his children in a time of brutal police violence.

Wow.

He just was like, kill me then.

Totally.

And then they fucking pin Traitor on him so that they think he's like an inside.

And it's generations then.

Like the Irish thing is like, it doesn't matter how far removed you are.

Yes.

You're the Traitor family.

Right.

What was the TV show called that was so fucking good?

Say nothing.

Say nothing.

Oh, yeah, the book, say nothing.

But the TV series was incredible as well.

Tell no one, say nothing.

Say nothing.

It's say nothing.

As it happens at the time, my great-grandfather and his brothers were being hidden by the Capuchin monks in a church in Dublin, the same church my grandmother and father would be laid to rest in much later.

I say I'm pagan, but Catholic a la carte from my upbringing.

But I thank the deities every day that my great-grandfather was given refuge so that I may know my grandmother and enjoy my father.

It seems so very small, but in times of adversity, I rest my intuition in my ancestors.

My father, great-grandson of Peter O'Carroll, died very suddenly in his 50s.

From the time I was very small, my father always said that those who go before us never truly leave us.

I was barely 21 when my father died.

I'm in my 30s now.

Whenever I say, Dad, I need you now, the issue just resolves itself.

Thanks for letting me share.

Stay sexy, trust your ancestors, and don't get murdered.

All the best, ladies, to you and yours always.

E.

Wow.

That's epic.

Yeah.

Say nothing.

Make sure you watch that TV show.

Yeah.

I mean, that's incredible.

Yeah.

So good.

Thank you for that.

It's so tragic that like that's the choice you had to make back then,

which is so unnecessary because you can't take over a fucking country.

But the sacrifices that people make in the day-to-day that we'll never hear about.

It's such a cool thing to be able to tell that story where it's like that O'Carroll is one of many.

There's so many of the stories out there.

Yeah.

Totally.

Who people are just for like, well, it's for the betterment of my children.

Right.

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This is embarrassing, but must be done.

This one's called A Fart Machine Saved My Family.

Oh, okay.

So it's kind of the same.

You know, thematic.

Oh my God.

What is this show?

Okay.

Greetings, Karen, Georgia, and Pets.

Longtime listeners, even longer time sisters, first time writing in together.

They're sharing the same chair.

I love it.

Each one has their hand on one side of one chair.

I love it.

And they're fighting.

They're absolutely pulling each other's hair.

Here we go.

To set the scene, we grew up in Little Rock, Arkansas, and while it was great, it was pretty easy to run out of things to do in town.

So one spring day in the early 2000s, our parents packed up the Honda minivan with us and our brother and took us on a day trip an hour's drive south to the town of Hot Springs.

After parking, we began walking down the main street toward a cafe for a bite to eat.

The three of us kids and my mom were a little ahead of my dad passing antique stores, ice cream parlors, and souvenir shops when my dad spotted something in the window of a toy store and called us back to come look.

As we peek through the glass, we see what my dad is staring at, a remote-controlled fart machine.

Dad,

stop tearing

tracks.

Yeah.

In case you're not familiar, a remote-controlled fart machine allows a prankster to hide the device in a couch or under a chair, push a button on the remote from afar.

I mean, this is like high-tech whoopee cushion.

No one needs this explanation

in the world.

And let one rip on an unsuspecting victim by emitting a fart noise.

And how is that battery operated or do you plug it into the wall?

No, you have to charge it.

This one in particular had a variety of different farts to choose from, varying in length and disgustingness.

For my dad, as the youngest of eight kids growing up in the 60s, this was something he could have only dreamed of.

Yeah, true.

As my dad and little brother stared in admiration, my mom, myself, and sister waited impatiently while rolling our eyes.

After about 30 seconds, we convinced the boys to move on.

At the exact second we were dragging them away, a car suddenly veered off the main street onto the sidewalk and smashed straight into a storefront only a few steps in front of us.

The fart machine saved the family.

Yeah, but it gets, that could be enough, but it gets weirder.

Okay.

From that moment, chaos ensued.

Shattered glass flew everywhere.

People were screaming to call 911, and others went to check on the driver and the people stuck in the store.

At one point, a woman in the store thought her baby was trapped under the car.

Fuck.

Unharmed by the crash, my siblings and I watched in shock from the sidewalk.

Sometime during the mayhem, as my mom was on the phone with the police and my dad and others were checking that no one was under the car, I looked up and noticed that a man was now running away from the scene of the crash, carrying my three-year-old brother over his shoulder.

No, what?

I know.

I panicked and screamed, he has my brother, which caught the attention of bystanders and my parents who hadn't noticed that their youngest child was being abducted.

The man stopped, walked back, and put my brother down and proudly exclaimed to my son parents, I saved him.

The man then took the opportunity to request compensation for his, quote, heroic efforts, picked him up, and was like running out of the way of the car, but the car had already crashed.

Yeah, let's talk about compensation.

Right?

Karen just put up two knuckle sandwiches.

Yeah, you can have these two sandwiches and then we've got this whole crowd would like to.

Seriously.

I mean, how fucking romantic is that?

Where's that baby?

Okay, go ahead.

The baby's fine.

The baby's fine.

Okay.

There's no baby under the cook.

Okay.

My dad, in shock and wanting to end this interaction, handed him a $20 bill and grabbed my brother, effectively paying his ransom.

Fuck that guy.

Chaos monster.

Chaos.

All in all, it was a freak accident.

And luckily, no one had any major injuries.

My brother doesn't even remember getting kidnapped, or that my dad thought he was only worth $20.

That's a really good point.

That is good.

But he is still upset that he lost his beloved green Power Ranger toy at some point during it all.

But had we not stopped to see the fart machine, our entire family would have been in the exact spot where the car came speeding onto the sidewalk.

Stay sexy and always take time to stop and smell the fart machines.

That's

really good.

Allison and Caroline, sister team.

Oh, sister team.

Yeah, that was great.

Guys, as two sisters, you did an amazing job with that.

One of you did a little bit better than the other.

We're not going to tell you.

We won't say how.

Do you know what's crazy is that actually happened?

Me and my sister, we were at my grandparents' house.

They lived in Sonoma.

We lived in Petaluma.

It's connected by Highway 12, where every 10 or so years, high school students are killed because it's a windy back road with almost no lighting.

Yikes.

And my mom was like, we're leaving.

Put your shoes on.

But both me and my sister were taking a really long time because MASH was on and we wanted to see the ending.

How boring.

And so we basically.

That's just what?

That's all we had.

It's all we had.

So we basically delay my mom by 15 minutes, essentially.

And then.

as we drive home, come upon a like five-car pile up on Highway 12.

And I was like, we would have been here.

And my mom's like, oh my God, you're completely right.

Like, I put it together where I was like,

this was us.

This was a final destination situation if it wasn't for the quality writing of Mr.

Alan Alda and everybody else that worked on MASH.

Look, I love Alan Alda.

Don't fucking at me.

I totally understand that.

Everyone loves MASH.

It's actually a good show.

Just as a child, I was traumatized by it.

And so no child wants to watch an Army show.

Exactly.

For the jokes.

No.

No.

For the adult jokes.

Yeah, no.

Okay, go.

Okay.

Oh, I forgot that wasn't mine.

This one is for all the theater kids out there.

Oh, dear.

The subject line is, I grew up in a prison town.

Here's a story about my favorite prison break.

Okay, it says, hi, friends.

Let's jump right in.

I just listened to the episode about the 2006 prison break in Lansing, Kansas, and immediately started squealing.

That's my hometown.

I'm here right now.

The prison is only a few miles away.

Oh, my God.

After calling my non-Maritarino husband, that's a given.

You don't have to say that.

It's a double entendre.

Is that what that means?

Yeah, it's redundant.

Who feigned a lackluster interest in my excitement, I knew it was time to write to people who actually care.

That's right.

That's what we're here for.

We moved here when I was a junior in high school.

My siblings and I were a little nervous about living so close to the correctional facility, but my parents reassured us.

If a prisoner escaped, their goal would be to get as far away from town as possible.

That's a good point.

So technically, Lansing might be one of the safest places to live.

Oh, there you go.

No, I just don't.

You need to change your clothes.

Real quick and a car.

Yeah, sometimes you have to hurt a person for that car.

Before you can leave the area, right?

Listen, it's parent logic.

And they're like, here's why you never have to worry about this ever again how about you shut the fuck up yeah eat your spaghetti with your fingers at the pool that's from last episode oh sorry they were but man don't you want to hear what that's all about good callback teaser they were proved right on multiple occasions but let me tell you about my favorite prison break first You need to know I'm a theater kid.

Yes, one of those insufferably enthusiastic ones who unironically loved flash mobs and belted

and belted wicked at the top of our lungs in the car.

My senior year, our high school musical was Beauty and the Beast.

We had a gorgeous set, a stunning cast, and our directors went all out and rented elaborate costumes for us.

We were deep into dress rehearsals, and the costumes were not easy to move in, especially during the be our guest scene.

The silverware costumes were top-heavy, and the plates were so wide they could probably take out a freshman if you turned around too fast.

Then we got an emergency notice.

Two prisoners had escaped from the the correctional facility that night.

Matthew Glenn Allander and Chad Duane Amick were on the run.

They were considered armed and dangerous.

The biggest concern during prison breaks around here tends to be car theft.

Since we were all naive teenagers, our entire cast had to shuffle outside and lock our cars before locking ourselves inside the auditorium to finish rehearsal.

I say don't make it harder for them to get a car.

Like unlock everyone's car and put your keys in there and get them out of there.

Get out of there.

Yeah.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Like rather than carjacking someone in their car.

Very true.

Especially a teen.

That's my.

But also,

now I'm going to play the insurance adjuster.

Hey, watch those rates.

Okay.

And in parentheses, it says, why didn't they cancel rehearsal during the prison break?

Great question.

I have no idea.

The show must go on, I guess.

So then it says, I know the escapees were probably nowhere near the high school, but I like to imagine that what they would have seen if they had been, a waddling teapot, silverware clumsily clanking together, high schoolers in giant cardboard plate costumes trying not to be knocked over by the wind, and two volunteer dads standing guard with baseball bats that they'd found in the property.

Oh my God, dad.

They were trying to look intimidating, but let's be real, they were just happy to be there.

If I were an escaped prisoner and saw that on my way out of town, I would have turned around and broken back into prison.

Fucking theater kids.

And then it says, these days I'm a teacher in Lansing and still an insufferable theater kid, but at least I'm a little more self-aware.

When people find out out I teach at my old high school, they usually give me a weird look.

High school was hell for a lot of people, but I feel like being back gives me a chance to make it better for someone else.

I love it.

Maybe some of my students will have a better experience than my friends and I did.

Every time you read one of these sweet emails about how a teacher changed someone's life, just know it works both ways.

Our students change our lives too.

We love them unconditionally and we're always excited to hear from them again.

Stay sexy and keep your car doors locked.

Sarah, she, her.

Sarah.

That's nice.

You're a beautiful person.

Sarah, were you a plate or a fork?

Well, you must know.

And how much did those costumes cost?

And where'd you get the money from?

I mean, hardware?

That makes sense.

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Therapy dogs.

MFM crew, human and animal.

In episode 486, Georgia told the incredible story of Smokey the Hero Dog and mentioned that Smokey was one of the inspirations for current therapy dogs.

It made me want to tell my personal therapy dog story.

My oldest son is 15 and is the dream child.

Polite, responsible, sweet, the whole package.

Last October, we learned that my son would need to get chemotherapy and radiation treatment on cysts on his arm that kept coming back despite surgical removal.

Oh, scary.

As you can imagine, it threw our lives into total disarray.

Each chemo round involved a three to four day admission at nationwide children's hospital in Columbus, Ohio, where we live.

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When you're going through a tough time, having a sweet baby dog to snuggle for a bit is wonderful.

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The people who train these dogs are absolute heroes to families going through a difficult medical situation.

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Chris, he, him.

And Cookie's in the sound booth right now, too.

Chris is like a new believer in like dog power and the effect of dogs on people.

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You didn't know about dogs?

You should

get into dogs.

Are you new to dogs?

Because you don't have to be going through bad shit either.

You can just come home from work and be like, totally.

Oh, my God.

Thank God.

That's a really good point.

Just wake up in the morning.

That's sweet, though.

And I'm thank God that's the story because how frightening.

It's your beautiful, perfect first child.

And then this thing happens.

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That's right.

Also, let's just wrap it up with something superficial and stupid.

Great.

And it says, Malibu, Celebrity Encounters, How Barbara Streisand ruined the summer of 1998.

In that summer, my cousins were neighbors with Barbara Streisand.

Oh, really?

In Malibu.

Okay.

Point counterpoint.

So we should probably get them on a, on the phone

on a live line.

Yeah.

What if this was from one of your cousins?

That's really weird.

Yeah.

Okay.

It says, greetings all.

And I just want to say this.

Georgia has family that could actually counterpoint this.

We have no stake in the Barbara Streisand game

whatsoever.

Oh, no.

Shit's about to get talked about her.

Oh, no.

Okay.

I'm just saying I'm just here to read the email.

Yeah.

This is my job.

Gossip.

Yes.

Okay.

Because that's what we ask people to do.

Right.

But this is for entertainment purposes only.

Allegedly.

Allegedly.

Don't at us.

Alan Alda, Barbara Streisand, don't ask.

Don't big fans.

We're big fans.

MASH, the whole fucking thing.

Okay.

Got that out of the way.

Okay.

So the email goes like this.

Greetings all.

I know time is short, so I will jump right in.

I attended college in the mid-late 90s in a beach town just north of Los Angeles where lots of celebrities reside.

Unfortunately for me and my roommates, Barbara Streisand lived just across the highway from our condo complex in her massive compound.

Well, that summer, Babs was getting married to James Brolin on July 1st, 1998.

I think they're still married.

Yeah.

I think it was real.

And also, she has a mall in her basement.

Did you know that?

No.

She built a little shopping area so she could go shopping because she can't just go to the mall.

I love that story.

I'm going to do.

That makes me sad.

For all the, I know, because it's an actual prison.

Yeah.

She's in a prison of fame.

Yeah.

For all the negative things that are said about her, I'm going to try to think of a positive.

I mean, she's an incredible actress.

How about it?

Okay.

I just watched a thing where somebody did like a blind reaction to a Barry Gibb her song, and they were freaking out.

And I was just like, what is this, right?

Yeah, like, this voice is incredible.

Or just like, really?

Barbara Streiser.

I love this.

But this is different because this is about traffic in LA.

And so everybody's.

I remember my cousins talking about this wedding.

Okay, amazing.

So they're getting married.

She's marrying James Brolin on July 1st, 1998.

For all caps, months ahead of the big event, the paparazzi and news vans were lined up on the highway in front of our home,

which is truly a two-lane highway.

Yeah, PCH, for sure.

They blocked traffic.

They blocked our driveway, left garbage strewn all up and down the road.

That's very irresponsible.

And caused General Mayhem 24 hours a day, all to try and get a glimpse of Barbara and James.

As the nuptials approached, even more helicopters and news airplanes circled over the property, completely disrupting our pool and hot tub time.

How dare you?

In Malibu, it's so difficult.

I can't enjoy the pool, but the noise.

The helicopter blew the brie off of our charcuterie board.

Fuck you.

We didn't get a moment of peace the entire summer.

It was a total nightmare.

The helicopter thing, if you live in LA, if it's above your house for hours on end, you know how you want to just go crazy.

That's why I moved out of Silverlake.

Really?

Yeah.

It was non-stop.

For months on end, I would lose my mind.

Yeah.

This is really more about the out-of-control paparazzi, though, than anything else.

We did see Barbara in the flesh around town from time to time.

She was not particularly pleasant or nice to encounter.

I'll do the counterpoint.

Can you imagine?

If every time you fucking went to get yourself a donut, someone was judging you and going to tell all their friends and then screamed at you.

Forcing an encounter, it's not the way they want it to be.

They whip right around on you.

Jesus.

Cruller.

Crowler?

Crowler.

Cruller?

Cruller?

Crawler.

I actually don't know.

Why did I use that one?

I could have used anything else.

Go.

Try it again.

Bear claw.

Bearclaw.

Thank you.

Never saw James, though, or Josh.

And then in parentheses, it actually says hubba-hubba, which is hilarious.

Did my mom write this email?

We did see many other celebrities, but since our town was also their home, we were counseled as incoming freshmen to ignore them and let them go about their date.

So this is more of a general report because this person went to Pepperdine.

Right.

And so they're like, I went to Pepperdine from some other town where there's no celebrities.

Totally.

And was delivered into Celebrity Central.

Yeah.

And that Pepperdine was like, be fucking cool.

Don't give us a bad name.

Yes.

Don't make the Starbucks ban you.

Right.

So they say.

Top sightings include Pierce Brosnan in parentheses.

He's shorter than he looks on film.

They all are.

Woody Harrelson, Tom Hanks, and Rita Wilson in parentheses.

Very nice people.

Robert Downey Jr.

in parentheses.

This was during the bad years, so he was a mess so glad he overcame his demon

this is literally just we're hanging over the back fence

yeah just gabbing with our neighbor what's up in malibu g mini shibli

oh and nick nulty always in a dirty brown bathrobe and bunny slippers in the middle of the day because he's nick nulty and he can do what he wants it fits i no longer live in that dreamy little slice of california but my friends and i plan on returning there someday when we are retired to live together once again at the beach wear caftans, drink cocktails, and scare college students with our bad grandma antics.

Love the podcast.

Keep them coming.

SSD GM, love B.

Wow.

That's a good one.

Truly, actually not.

We didn't have to be defensive of Barbara because they weren't.

It wasn't about.

It wasn't like the flowers were tacky.

No.

No.

It was like.

Not at all.

It wasn't a takedown.

No.

Except for the thing of the criticism, which is just like, just, just truly try to put yourself also to that level.

She's been famous since Broadway in the early 60s.

Broadway.

Oh, no, no, Broadway.

Yeah, for sure.

So our message to you is give Barbara a break.

Leave Barbara alone.

Leave Barbara alone.

Thank you for listening.

Stay sexy.

Don't get murdered.

Goodbye.

Malibu.

Elvis, do you want a cookie?

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Our senior producers are Alejandra Keck and Molly Molly Smith.

Our editor is Aristotle Aceveda.

This episode was mixed by Liana Squalacci.

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