Man Beats His Wife to Death for Understandable Reason
 

Yes, he was unquestionably wrong.

I say this as a man with passions, a father, and an ex husband.

Beating someone to death is bad, m'kay?

did she get better?

She was trying to hang herself. He coulda just let her succeed.

For all he knew, she was trying to hang herself because she just found her own kids dead, not because she killed them herself.

One of the kids wasn't even dead, but rather than call 911, he took the time to beat his wife instead. The initial reaction should be to run to the kids' sides and see what can be done to help them, not to hunt down the wife before even checking for a pulse.

or

he killed the youngest child, choked the other one unconscious, and then tried to hang the wife resorting to beating her to death when the hanging failed.

or whatthefuckever.

I've had my lifetime share of family drama. Nobody needs to die for fucking fuck's sake. If there's a bodycount, then the shit has hit the fan. More bodies is just LOTS more shit.

Warning: very tasteless humour below. Highlight at your peril.

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Originally Posted by jimhelm (Post 762274) did she get better?

No, batter.

If he used the torch, did that make it ... battery?

About three of them, going by the size of the torch.

Beth Gellert

Wales

Prince Llewellyn had a favorite greyhound named Gellert that had been given to him by his father-in-law, King John. He was as gentle as a lamb at home but a lion in the chase. One day Llewellyn went to the chase and blew his horn in front of his castle. All his other dogs came to the call but Gellert never answered it. So he blew a louder blast on his horn and called Gellert by name, but still the greyhound did not come. At last Prince Llewellyn could wait no longer and went off to the hunt without Gellert. He had little sport that day because Gellert was not there, the swiftest and boldest of his hounds.

He turned back in a rage to his castle, and as he came to the gate, who should he see but Gellert come bounding out to meet him. But when the hound came near him, the prince was startled to see that his lips and fangs were dripping with blood. Llewellyn started back and the greyhound crouched down at his feet as if surprised or afraid at the way his master greeted him.

Now Prince Llewellyn had a little son a year old with whom Gellert used to play, and a terrible thought crossed the prince's mind that made him rush towards the child's nursery. And the nearer he came the more blood and disorder he found about the rooms. He rushed into it and found the child's cradle overturned and daubed with blood.

Prince Llewellyn grew more and more terrified, and sought for his little son everywhere. He could find him nowhere but only signs of some terrible conflict in which much blood had been shed. At last he felt sure the dog had destroyed his child, and shouting to Gellert, "Monster, thou hast devoured my child," he drew out his sword and plunged it in the greyhound's side, who fell with a deep yell and still gazing in his master's eyes.

As Gellert raised his dying yell, a little child's cry answered it from beneath the cradle, and there Llewellyn found his child unharmed and just awakened from sleep. But just beside him lay the body of a great gaunt wolf all torn to pieces and covered with blood. Too late, Llewellyn learned what had happened while he was away. Gellert had stayed behind to guard the child and had fought and slain the wolf that had tried to destroy Llewellyn's heir.

In vain was all Llewellyn's grief; he could not bring his faithful dog to life again. So he buried him outside the castle walls within sight of the great mountain of Snowdon, where every passerby might see his grave, and raised over it a great cairn of stones. And to this day the place is called Beth Gellert, or the Grave of Gellert.

damn you. :sniff:

That's an awesome story. I hadn't heard that one before.

And the moral of the story is....never, ever jump to conclusions.

And even when the "facts" are staring you right in the face, be skeptical and dig some more.

Awww, man.

Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see.

Was it on the Cellar that I saw that Phantom Tollbooth is 50 years old this year?

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