Gene Hackman And Wife Found Dead
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Yup! Even juries today expect crimes to be solved in an hour or less. The workloads on forensic labs dictate how long analysis will take. Any DNA analyses may take longer. TV shows are truth to many viewers, unfortunately.
How many people assume you get a phone call as in one from jail and that no matter what you did or who you're calling or how you behave you get that phone call. And you better hope that they pick up. How many people think guns shots send people flying through the air like they got hit with a log.
There is a lot of stuff people assume is factual because they've seen it on the t.v.
The one that kills me the most though. Is that missing person 24 hours as a rule. Nope the moment it's weird that the person isn't there is when they can be a missing person. It's sad how many times people have a loved one disappear and don't make the phone call in a timely manner because they think this is a rule.
Oh yeah and people should be aware that police work solves crimes, forensics helps but is basically meaningless without old fashioned investigations.
The autopsies usually happen within days*, but the lab tests take time. Unlike NCIS, most government agencies don't have Abby Sciuto waiting to jump on the next case.
* - Sometimes it does take a couple of days for the coroner to prepare a full report, so it's worth listening for the phrase "preliminary results" when you hear media reports. The coroner may find something when preparing their final report that was not obvious before their final review of the data.
But it IS true!!!
It's because whenever Hollywood types are near a camera the laws of physics change. The 12 foot-pounds of reaction/recoil of a 12 gauge shotgun, for example (which blips the shooter's shoulder an inch or two) transmogrifies into sixth-dimensional smurblurficationized OOOMPH! out the other end, and the pellets have 2000-3000 foot-pounds of energy at the target.
Boy howdy, do those baddies go a'flyin'...
love that in your sarcastic response you explained that you understand the concept of equal and opposite reaction. That if the tiny bits of metal could throw a person several feet it do the same thing to the person shooting the gun.
Or in other words the only gun I've shot that might throw a person was a M1 that thing kicked so hard compared to anything else I've tried. But even that might be like a few inches.
Speaking of preliminary reports
A typist prepared everything, 100%, of all my printed work for 41 years.
The search warrant affidavit reads there’s a dead dog in a closet in the bathroom.
Change closet to enclosure.
Or else somebody has to poison Killer and lead Killer to the closet.
Bathroom closets don’t have locks, just latches.
So if you contemplated killing Killer’s Mama in the bathroom you’d best put Killer’s body in the closet.
Killer might not like that.
Just one of multiple scenarios
A typist prepared everything, 100%, of all my printed work for 41 years.
The search warrant affidavit reads there’s a dead dog in a closet in the bathroom.
Change closet to enclosure.
Or else somebody has to poison Killer and lead Killer to the closet.
Bathroom closets don’t have locks, just latches.
So if you contemplated killing Killer’s Mama in the bathroom you’d best put Killer’s body in the closet.
Killer might not like that.
Just one of multiple scenarios
But one must note that the sound of hulls hitting the floor would indicate full brass shells, so there’s that
Why couldn't the dog have become trapped in the closet when the woman collapsed? No one knows exactly what happened. Maybe no one will ever know all the circumstances. Then, in the passage of time it would have dehydrated/starved. I would make no definite statements until all of the information possible is available. including autopsy, which could take months as no autopsy is complete until ... the lab work is complete. To do so is simply spinning one's wheels. Now, creating and investigating a logical hypothesis? Or two to be investigated while awaiting the autopsy? That's reasonable and responsible as long as such is not leaked to the media/public. But, definitive conclusions? Nah. Such may never happen, ever. A reasonable hypotheses may be all that can be arrived at.
I remember MythBusters did an episode about it and it showed you what bullshit Hollyweird is. They used many different guns and nothing went flying.
Martyrs is a great movie, btw. I rewatched it again just before Christmas.
The affidavit reads in a closet.
But it doesn’t say WTF was a doggie in a closet.
People stabbed with ice picks show no outward signs of being stabbed.
And they must rule out an intruder arranging the bodies.
But if it’s a cage, an enclosure, a kennel, that’s sensible. Just a typo.
Look at your bathroom closet.
Get your living dog in there.
I have two large closets for clothes and such opening into the bathroom. Each is capable of holding a kennel or two. My lab often gets into mischief in either one. He's even locked himself in a time or two by closing the door.
Depends entirely on where the wound is. But, even a wound inside the ear or nose should be found in an autopsy. I've attended more autopsies than I care to remember. In my cop days all deaths required an autopsy unless the dead person was under doctor care.
I have a Jackhuahua (1/2 Jack Russell/ 1/2 Chi) and a Chorkie (1/2 Chi/ 1/2 Yorkie). They are great boys.
The Hackman Mansion was built in 1990 just a year before their marriage high on a hilltop overlooking the Colorado Mountains with a 360 degree view.
Now, when I built a home high on a hilltop I was lucky to get an extra window in the basement.
When that home was designed and built Besty was 29 years old with a very famous fiancé who was a sixty year old man.
So when Betsy approved the architect plans for the main bathroom it had closets. Big closets. Very nice closets.
It also has a water and sewage system Gene might have been a little more interested in.
Something was in that home that put the owners of Killer and Killer in the graveyard, and spared the two other doggies.
Bet they check the water and sewer both for toxins.
And, why did Betsy need a space heater in the bathroom? Gene had 80 million.
The affidavit reads in a closet.
But it doesn’t say WTF was a doggie in a closet.
People stabbed with ice picks show no outward signs of being stabbed.
And they must rule out an intruder arranging the bodies.
But if it’s a cage, an enclosure, a kennel, that’s sensible. Just a typo.
Look at your bathroom closet.
Get your living dog in there.
I'm lost - it's been reported already there was a mistake and also stated fairly clearly no sign of foul play - the dog was in a dog crate. I'm sure they'll sort it out but I'm not following all the notions of some sort of killer involved.
The poor dog died of starvation.
I hadn’t read it was a mistake I just an assumed it was.
But that raises other questions.
A woman who once played a Steinway in slinky dresses in front of thousands of people and managed to become Gene Hackman’s beautiful girlfriend before 30 ought not have crates and space heaters in the mansion high on a hilltop.
Which reminds me of another story of the tragic demise of Uncle John.
When Uncle John died he owned a mansion high on a hilltop, that did not have an inside toilet. He was the richest man in the entire county, and my Grandmother’s older brother.
Uncle John had a brand new Cadillac every year, and during Prohibtion he controlled all the county government and all the organized sin in the county, booze, prostitution and gambling, and was so handsome and charming he had three wives plus one loyal young woman who stood right beside Uncle John.
Meanwhile my Grandmother was the head of her family after her mother died, and was the most famous author in the county, a devoted Christian wife and mother and grandmother, and despised her own brother, with a passion.
And so it did come to pass, that one night the gorgeous young companion of Uncle John grew tired of living in a mansion with an outhouse and went to a local store and bought a wooden handled stool plunger and she rammed that stool plunger straight up his posterior while he was asleep.
And Uncle John woke up.
And they couldn’t get the stool plunger removed.
So she took Uncle John to his brand new Cadillac, and he was in the back seat the hundred miles of curvy roads to the Veteran’s Hospital where Uncle John said he’d fallen on the stool plunger.
The doctors removed it, and it was a successful operation, but three days later in the lobby of the Veterans Hospital poor Uncle John suddenly died while waiting on his paramour to bring the Cadillac around.
My Grandmother would smoke my Winstons when my bossy mother wasn’t around, and she’d flick an ash on his above ground sarcophagus and sniff a few times and say, Vanny, do you smell that smoke?
Seriously.
Never assume there’s no foul play.
Oh, and the beautful and still young lady who drove Uncle John to the hospital only died a few years ago, quite contended, with her children and family around her bed, and an indoor bathroom.
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