My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 247

Episode Date: October 4, 2021

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I'm FM crew, big fan, heard you needed new hometown, so I finally sat down to write mine out. All right. I'm from Petaluma. Oh. And I love every reference Karen makes about our hometown. Total drugs. Carrithers. The old longs. That's a thing that my cousin, Stevie's wife, Cam, it drives her crazy because she didn't grow up there. And we refer to everything as the thing it was when we were growing up and not the thing it currently is. So, Total Drugs has been a restaurant like five times over, but we still call it Total Drugs. Let's go to Total Drugs for dinner. Yes. Exactly. I love that. A little confusing. Sure. Sure. But charming. Charming. A small town charm. Come on. Absolutely. Do you know that when I was a kid, we had a Sergeant Pepperoni

as pizza place. And it's now a totally different pizza place that we could still call it Sergeant Pepperoni. You got to like, hey, let's all get together. That's a hilarious name. It's so good. They had to change it because Ringo Starr sued the shit out of them. Did you know that? Yeah. Okay. After college, I lived near Seattle for a few years, and I worked at a truck assembly plant that had a very infamous former employee. I was talking with some co-workers one day in Human Resources, which is exactly the right place to talk to co-workers. Human Resources. Chill. And they had been looking through old employee badges when one of them said, I have expected to find Gary Ridgway's badge in there, but I think they confiscated it.

I assumed I heard them wrong. And I asked her what she was talking about. So she responded, Oh, the Green River Killer worked here. Oh, my God. Chill. Chill. Chill. Chill. My jaw hit the floor and I demanded to know more. Another co-worker spoke up because she worked there when he did and knew him. That was all in caps. She said there were rumors that he would leave jewelry in the women's restroom that he had stolen from his victims. You've heard this? Yeah, he definitely did that. That was one of his things. I just read the Ann Rule Green River Killer book and that was totally one of his fucking things. So he, according to the female, he would leave jewelry in the women's restroom that he'd stolen from his victims

in hopes of seeing his co-workers wearing his trophies around work. Oh, my God. Just horrifying. She also said by the time the cops were trying to nail him for these murders, they would come pick him up from the factory to bring him in for questioning. And people would joke to his face that he was the Green River Killer, but in all caps, he was the Green River Killer. Oh, my God. Jesus Christ. I'm sure those people were just like, it can't be here. It can't be someone I know. It can't be. He can't be hiding in plain sight like this. Jokey joke. Hand. Right to your face. Yeah. He's just sitting there with his dead eyes and his weird glasses. Oh, creepy eyes. I remember hearing at some point in an episode, either Karen

or Georgia mentioned the Green River Killer and said part of how he was caught was paint flecks that were so specific they were able to determine where he worked. I started listening to MFM after I moved to Seattle and the combo of learning I had a connection through work to one of the worst serial killers and listening to the podcast was when I realized I had a love for true crime. Thank you for everything you do with the show and the community and for normalizing being fascinated by true crime despite having deep anxiety about anything and everything. Stay sexy and don't wear jewelry you find in bathrooms. No name. Wow. Yeah. Green River running red, I think is the Ann Rulebook. I just listened to it over the summer and it's very victims oriented.

You know, she tells every victim's story. Yeah. Of course and is very sensitive to their lives. It's a really good book. That guy is a fucking creep. Murders are always tragedies. In this instance, he got to go on and on and on because he chose people without a voice, without advocates, without people nearby that knew what was going on. Like he victimized the most vulnerable people and yeah, it's the grossest. It's one of those tragic fucking stories of a monster. Yeah. Who gets away with it for years. Okay. This is my brother tried to murder me story. Oh, hi cult leaders. I'd like to start Oh, lighthearted, by the way. I'd like to start this. Sorry. No, it wasn't like a yeah, you sounded

really bummed and I was like, Oh, no, no, no, no, no, like a funny kid. It's like a funny little kid one. Yeah, that was information you had and that it was when that sentence came out. That's right. It was just like we go from one horrible murder to the next. That's what this show is. Well, this could have been. Okay. I'd like to start this off by saying I'm fine. Thank you. In February 1999, I was two weeks old, laying in my parents' bed, doing what I did best, screaming at the top of my lungs. Unfortunately, for my four-year-old brother, my parents' room was the only place he could watch his cartoons and I was louder than SpongeBob. Our mom had taken our sister out for the day and our dad was busy cleaning up the kitchen,

so without an adult to consult, he devised his own plan to quiet me down. He gathered all the pillows he could find and placed them on top of my tiny infant body, finding that this was not enough to deafen my screams. He sat on top of his pillow pile and voila, I was silenced for the first time in my short life and he was free to enjoy his show. Oh, no. My dad who was washing the dishes at the sink noticed that the house was suddenly much quieter and assumed I had finally tuckered myself out. He finished up his last dish and came to check on his two youngest little angels. When he came into the room, he saw my brother on his goose down throne and no baby in sight. He threw my brother onto the bed, tossed the pillows off, and found me purple-faced and

not moving. Oh, no. Not one second later, I took in a deep breath and screamed twice as loud as before. Brother was less than thrilled. I was alive. Dad was relieved and big bro got a lesson about what death is. Oh, Jesus. Uh-huh. Fast forward to February 2019. The family is at my brother's graduation from Navy Boot Camp and I reminded him of this story. We laugh. He gives me a big hug and says, I'm so glad I didn't kill you. That would really have fucked me up. For real? Yeah. It's all about you, dude. Yeah. Thank you for everything you do and I'm glad you had time to recharge so you could keep up the good work. I'm thankful for my sister for introducing me to you and for my shit memory that allows me to listen to old episodes as if it were my first

time hearing it. Stay sexy and don't get murdered by a four-year-old Haley. Good. Yeah. I mean, it's lighthearted but you almost killed a baby. It walks right down that edge but it's like Haley knows the story that they're telling so it's just like, I'm fine. We can all laugh. We're all laughing. Right. Right. The subject line of this email is, I saved my entire family by being a worrywart. Hi, Karen, Georgia, Steven and animal babies. In 2005, my mom, dad, brother and I all went on a camping trip in the Cascades of Washington state. After setting up all the tents, we headed out of my stepdad's four-wheel drive Jeep for a bit of off-roading before dark. We took a series of trails barely wide enough for the car for a few miles up the nearby mountain and everyone,

including me, was having a great time. But as we got more and more away from the main road, I started to worry about breaking down and having to navigate back in the approaching dusk. I was 15, highly morbid and deeply into true crime already. Yay. I had an escape route for every situation. Everyone was getting super loud and excited as the trails became more and more rough, knowing the Jeep could handle it. I, however, was getting nervous as fuck or it says AF but that's what they mean. As the quality of driving and navigation was getting sketchy, all of a sudden we hit a clearing with a sizable hill in front of us. The hill was probably 200 feet to the top and my mom and brother started to get super amped. No mom, you're supposed to be

safe. She is full of Mountain Dew and she's ready to offer code red. Mountain Dew code red. Moms love it too. Mountain Dew code red and vodka. Try it. It's called mom's special weekend. Join her. Okay, so the amped up part. Yelling and egging on my stepdad until he says I'm gonna gun it. No. And then there's a full online break separate. So it's just a sentence standing alone and it says I cannot overstate how stoked everyone was. I love the idea that like not only are you the worry ward, everyone else is like fucking gung-o on shit. It just makes you the weird one out. I understand it completely. I love the idea of like an off-roading type of family and then this the goth sister who's like guys, we're all gonna die. I love it. Okay, when people talk

about intuition, red flags and guardian fucking angels whispering in their ear, I know it's true because at this exact moment, I almost involuntarily opened my door and said, I'm going to check first. For some reason, every cell in my body needed to do this. They were saying things like don't be a worry ward and the car will be fine. Didn't care. So I got out of the car and I started to walk in the middle of the path up the hill so they couldn't pass me without hitting me. About 10 feet from cresting the hill, my entire body starts buzzing and was in complete tunnel vision. I was standing dead still looking down into a 50 foot drop into large rocks and trees. I sat down right where I was until my family got out of the car, asked what was up, walked up and looked. We all would have

died. If not from impact from injuries and exposure from being miles on the side of a mountain with no GPS and no one knowing we decided to go off roading. It was a quiet drive back to camp. Intuition is everything. Stay sexy, don't get murdered and always know what's at the top of a hill. XOXO, Kira with two eyes. Oh my gosh. Yes. I'm scared of everything and it's okay because it's true. Because you're right. I'm right. You're right. Kira's right. Kira. Well, right. Goths. No, everything. Goths, no. This is called classic. The 50s need to go to jail. It's a quick one, but I think it's really funny. Hello, Karen, Georgia at all. I'm such a huge fan of you both and everything you've done with your platform is so impressive. As a

longtime listener, it's been awesome to watch you achieve success and still be the coolest people. Thank you. Now to the story. My mom told me this gem after you wanted more praise. A little bit. It feels so good. You're both beautiful and cool and I think you both have nice nails and great hair. Georgia, you're not reading. I made it up. Now to the story. My mom told me this gem after I explained the premise of hometowns on your podcast and how they often have to do with funny stories about shit grandparents did that seem crazy and appropriate today. She goes, oh yeah, like when my dad sent me on bank runs in the Bronx and proceeds to tell me that my grandfather, Larry, appreciate the name, Adam, used to send her a four year old

named Barbara. Then it says, take your moment to enjoy that. Yes. To the bank by herself. This involved walking a few blocks from the toy store my grandfather owned in Pelham, taking a bus, getting off the bus and walking a couple more blocks to the bank where she stood on her tippy toes and held up a note explaining her business, which my grandfather had written so my mother didn't need to speak at all. Then she'd hand over the money. Yes. She took a green zipped envelope containing whatever a full till in the 1950s was on the bus in the Bronx as a four year old. What? How is this possible? Four. Do you know what four year olds are like? Yeah, they're a lot like three year olds. They're a lot like babies. They're very young. Very young. I was just like,

I just hung out with my nephew today who's six and like, he can't even hold a cupcake without dropping it. I watched him drop a cupcake. Okay. This is where that's saying it's like taking a zipped leather bank pouch from a baby. Can you imagine you just walk up to a four year old girl on the sidewalk and be like, can you hand me that for a second? I want to hold it for you. Excuse me. I'm taking that. And I love that the bank teller was like, great. Here you go. The bus driver's like, yeah. She had her fair. I know what I can do. Fair. That's right. Fair's fair. Fair's fair. I know. I didn't want to say it. I know you didn't. I could hear it though. So I stole it and apparently felt really proud of herself. Of course she did. This apparently

stopped after my grandma found out. So I guess one person. So I guess one person in the 50s was paying attention. He was doing it behind his wife's back. What do you mean? She just, she takes it to the bank. I can't leave the counter. There's never been an issue. But the rest of the 50s need to go to jail, as Georgia might say. Thank you guys for everything you do and for being a source of comfort to so many. Much love, A. Oh my God. That's legendary. That's yeah. Imagine if you just had a time machine and you could go back to like 1951 and stand on the sidewalk and just watch the baby pedestrians going by. Yeah. Doing their business. Yeah. Just smoking their cigars. Just carrying bags of money, smoking cigars. I mean,

definitely we have a lot of babies in the 80s who went and bought cigarettes for their parents at the liquor store. Like that was a thing with a note. Oh yeah. Here's what we need. We need our older listeners and the younger listeners with grandparents. We need you guys asking them like about these questions because I feel like we get a lot of 80s and 90s of what your parents did that was fucked up. But we need them really fucked up 50s and 60s ones. Jesus. Where it's like, well, what, how old were you when you got your first job? Yeah. I was six. What was that? What was the first surgery you performed? I was 10. Yeah. What was the first time you drove? You had to drive one of your drunk parents home

from the bar. I drove them every time. Okay. Yeah. It's intense. I mean, I used to, well, because we walked down to Aegis's every day, which was our corner store, which was like a half a mile away to get bags of candy. We did it constantly. And so we knew Jim and Frank and Chick and Topsy Aegis who were the husband and wife brothers, brothers and their wives that ran this grocery store. And so I would, my mom would literally be like, I would give the note and be like, Benson and Hedges lights 100. I was going to ask what kind she's smooth. There's big, long 100. Sexy. Benson and Hedges. So sexy. Soft pack for some reason. I don't know. That isn't interesting. Okay. I guess how does anybody pick? Yeah. Yeah. Fucking big tobacco.

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search effort, but the trail quickly runs dry. As the air supply for the trapped children dwindles, a pair of unlikely heroes emerges. Follow against the odds wherever you get your podcast. You can listen ad free on the Amazon music or Wondery app. The subject line of this one is don't tell my dad's cousin. And then in parentheses, a story of unexpected treasure. Karen Georgia and company. That might be my favorite new one. I like it. And company. A while back us listeners were tasked with sharing a time we found treasure and boy, do I have a story that will truly blow your mind. When I was younger, my dad would often invite his cousins over for a cousin's day that would that would eventually turn into a large family dinner full of laughs and fun.

My dad's one cousin would always bring me the same gift every time she came, a yellow box cake with chocolate frosting. Oh, this was and still is my go to dessert for birthdays and celebrations. I mean, can you go wrong with that combo? No, you can't. That's my pick for my birthday. Absolutely. Classic. Add some sprinkles in your fucking home. You're good to go. You can you can stick sprink like rainbow sprinkles on the top of that. You can just put you can put chocolate sprinkles on the top of that nuts. You could still one roll low. Well, you could do some like some nuts, some almonds, maybe. No, that's gross, but it doesn't need any. It doesn't. It doesn't. It's classic. Yeah. As long as the as long as your sponge is well

made. I have another important question, though. It doesn't need to be room temperature or like cold from the fridge. It's like cold from the fridge cake. Oh, that is good. But I feel like I'm spoiled and I'm used to people having just made the cake if it's your birthday. So it would almost still be a little warm. It's the way I like it. Yeah. Love it. Okay. But cold cake from the fridge is good too. I mean, look. Listen. Anyway, one time she came and decided that it would be really great to bring a gift from my sister. Her gift was a fake bracelet that she recently found in her new home. When moving into the home and cleaning a closet, she came across this piece of costume jewelry that she figured would be perfect for my preteen sister. My sister was

instantly drawn to it and would wear it everywhere she went. A few months later, my sister and I were in the bathroom, either brushing our teeth together or washing our faces. Oh, the joys of a one bathroom home. Oh, God. For real, standing behind people and trying to get stuff done. Oh, my God, the worst. Soon she began bothering me and since her new bracelet was within reach, I grabbed it and threatened to break it by stabbing it. Sisters are doing it on themselves, breaking treasured items. Oh, fuck. You just don't, you don't want to mess with a sister. You just don't. They will, they'll fucking ruin your life. That's right. The spite is so deep, deeply embedded in your soul from the moment. Yeah. Just shoot straight out of you.

No. Usually about outfit stuff, usually about clothing or accessories. That's the worst. The worst area to get into. She clearly wasn't having this and instantly started screaming for our mom who came into the bathroom, took the bracelet with her into the living room. Solved. Nobody gets it. Yep. Now you both lose. We could never learn that lesson. Now you both lose. It took forever. Yeah. Now this was the first time my mom actually took a look at the bracelet and she noticed something interesting. The clasp of this bracelet was way too intricate and she quickly showed it to my dad who confirmed that this was unusual for a piece of costume jewelry. They were legit shocked by it.

Well, that was the day my sister lost her beloved bracelet. Take things away from your children whenever you want. That's the name of the game. Yeah. You see, my parents knew a jeweler and decided to get it checked out just in case. The jeweler was astounded by the bracelet and soon offered my father upwards of $15,000 right there on the spot. Holy shit. Which means it was worth 45. That's right. Yep. The bracelet was not only real, but it was worth a significant amount of money. Soon my mom took possession over the bracelet and would wear it to weddings and celebrations. That's a bitch. She should have sold it and taken them on a cruise. That's not fair. Sorry, I called your mom a bitch.

That's how special and expensive this bracelet was. I'm calling bullshit on this. This is not fair. Okay, go on. What's that called? It's the rule of parenting where it's like anything you have is actually theirs because they bankrolled your life. Totally. But in this scenario, that really does suck. Okay, eventually the bracelet was sold. But still to this day, my dad's cousin has no idea that the random piece of costume she gifted my sister was actually a real tennis bracelet worth a significant amount of money. Oh my god. This is a secret we have been sworn to keep. But hey, why not share it with the whole world? Yeah. Hopefully she's not listening right now. But if she is, sorry, girl. Oh my god. Anyway, stay sexy and always get your jewelry

appraised. Peter, that is good. Tell those family secrets, Peter. That is so fucked up. And I love it. It's hilarious. All right. This is a this is a long one, but it's epic. And I'm not going to read you the name title. Okay, the name of it. An all inclusive hello. It starts nice, modern, modern. About three years ago, I spent my Labor Day weekend at the beach with a couple of girlfriends, along with the rest of the Greater Boston area. We fought to find a decent spot near the water, eager to spend the final beach weekend of the year enjoying what was left of our always too short summer season. To put it lightly, the beach was packed. Though I don't remember my exact words, I think it was something along the lines of we need to move our towels. I don't want to be

directly beside this family. Herd. Herd would have been a better description. There were easily 20 plus people huddling together under a wave of umbrellas. The adults and teens already sharing what appeared to be hard liquor at 10 a.m. Yes. That's a beach party. Those are the east coast kill giraffes hidden there. The music coming from their Bluetooth speaker was loud enough to drown out the sound of the water and your 10 feet in front of us. Yes. And it was a country station, which was arguably worse than the drunken chatter. I looked around the beach hoping to spot a more vacant area, but I knew we weren't going anywhere. Everyone from New England seemed to be there. Towels touching as far as the eye could see almost like area rugs to be that close to strangers,

right? I mean, that's the reason I don't go to most places is because I need to be even pre-COVID 15 feet away from people. Absolutely. If I'm near you, I will have to eavesdrop on your conversations. I'll judge you. I will be mad at your music even though I do have some country music, but you know, that's the kind of thing where that kind of invasion. I'm not an easy breezy person. No. And if I'm drinking, I'm going to interject too much to Vince's horror. Vince can tell what I'm about to turn and say something to like a table next to us. And he'll be like, don't, don't, don't. No, no, it's fun. It's fun. They like it. They like it. I have wine. With nowhere else for us to move, we stayed put. It was fine at first. My friends that

I smiled and waved at the group murmuring a friendly hello when some of the younger kids made eye contact for a beat too long. But after a few hours, the majority of the adults were hammered, stumbling into the water, slurring their words, lots of hugging. I finally caught a glimpse of the bottle being passed between them. Peppermint schnapps on a fucking sunny, hot, warm beach day. It's warm. You know, it's a warm bottle. Good. Good night. Just straight from the bottle. It's so fucking gross. It's just drink mouthwash then. Yeah. You're going to be like that. Well, hold on. Oh, there might be a reason. Okay. It was hard. It was Santa Claus's family. They had a one cup of hot cocoa and a thing of French schnapps. They were like, this Christmas

is going to be different in Boston. It was hard not to watch what happened next. The music was turned off. The entire group gathered into a circle to hold hands. Imagine that scene and how the grunge stole Christmas. When all the hoos stood around the town's tree and sang. Oh, that's sorry. That's peanuts. I don't know. I wouldn't know. Oh, yeah, you're right. Oh, wait. Didn't they sing something like weird like that? I've never seen it. Is that crazy? I know. I'm Jewish. You would love it. He stole Christmas. I don't give a shit. He's still Hanukkah. What do I care? None of my business. You selfish Hanukkah celebrator. None of my business. It's Christmas. Cindy Luhu had her whole fucking every gift stolen and the light bulb. All right. You

have to see it. Okay, I'll try. It's really funny. Okay. I'll watch. Okay. I feel like I just made a really big confession this year. That was kind of big. I feel like a lot of people are going to stop listening to this podcast. Okay. You know what? We had to stop at some point. That's right. If this is what breaks us, so be it. I'm not mad. I'm like, I canceled for not watching this movie. It's like, there's so many worse ways to get canceled. Yeah, for real. And the majority of them then began to cry. I looked at my friends who were equally puzzled and uncomfortable, and then said, we need to stop staring. We all agree just as one of the many adults of the group began speaking. And that's when we realized we were accidentally attending a stranger's memorial.

No. And then they write, listen, there's no correct way to grieve. People handle death in whatever capacity works for them. And I am in no position to judge. If anything, I love the fact that this family wanted to celebrate the life of their loved one in such a non-traditional way. Maybe peppermint schnapps was their favorite. Maybe they loved country music the most. Maybe the beach was their go-to place. Whatever the case, my friends and I did our best to respect their space, even though we were essentially back to back with them and tried and mostly failed to not listen to a eulogy documenting what was very clearly an unexpected death. Oh, I know. At long last, the speech was over and most of the little ones resumed their playing. I was about to breathe

a sigh of relief when suddenly the mother of the deceased stood up and began waiting into the knee deep water. I watched in horror knowing what was about to happen as she opened the small box in her hands. The woman then emptied the box's contents, a strong breeze picking up at that very moment, the ashes flying everywhere. No. My friends and I stared, unable to move, a witness to the cremains landing gently behind her onto the many, many unsuspecting strangers lounging on the sand. This is also like that scene from White Lotus with Jennifer Coolidge. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. She's putting her mom into the water and just throwing a handfuls in there. Oh no. I'm unsure if there are Massachusetts laws about releasing human cremains during peak beach visiting hours and I'm

sure as shit not going to Google it. Regardless, I think of that family all the time and I truly hope they are healing and that they are happy. Stay sexy and maybe wait for the breeze to die down before scattering ashes. CJ, she, her. Wow. That's, I love that story. I do too. Because you know what? Every, everybody knows how it feels to lose someone suddenly or maybe not everybody, but a lot of us do. And no matter what the extended look of that gathering is or judgment or traditions. Yeah. All the different ways we all decide to judge each other. Yeah. When it comes down to it, you, we all have the same feeling when we lose someone and we all know what that feels like. Yeah. And we all need to do these things. Like, you know, funerals are

one thing, but like you and I just went to a memorial last week for Neil Mahoney, everyone's friend. And yeah, you need laughter. You need some weird traditions. We all joined his favorite, whiskey, you know, we all watched a memorial video. It's like, you have to do what you have to do to heal. Yes. And a funeral is fine, but sometimes it really does like sitting around and telling stories and having it be less formal and more what, what that person would want. Yeah. Is, I think a very nice way to help process those feelings. Totally. Like a celebration of their life. Yeah. What was really beautiful about Neil's memorial is his uncle got up and talked about how, how helpful and how lovely he found all of Neil's friends who did all of that stuff for him. Yeah.

When he died so suddenly, it was really, I mean, there were moments where it was like pin drop silent and everyone's just crying. It was so, it was so moving. It was so sad to lose such a good person. It really was. He was a very good one. Send us your stories at my favorite murder at Gmail. Send us anything you want at this point. I mean, something, that one was epic and beautiful. I love that. I love the peppermint schnapps family. Yeah, me too. I'm wishing them well. Yep. Stay sexy. And don't get murdered. Goodbye. Elvis, do you want a cookie? This has been an exactly right production. Our producer is Hannah Kyle Crichton, associate producer Alejandra Keck, engineer and mixer Steven Ray Morris,

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