Okay. I knew there was a crazy story about my family I hadn't heard yet, and sure enough, one finally surfaced.
Back in the 60s, one of my mother's cousins fell in love with a 19 year old girl who died. Her cousin went to the cemetery and dug her body up and brought it back to his trailer. He put her in the bathtub and ran a hot bath and tried to revive her. That's what he was doing when the authorities found him.
The only thing that beats this is my best friend Josephine. Her Italian grandfather was shot and killed by a rabbi when her mother was 13. She still hasn't recovered from it.
Shakespeare was right. Fact is stranger than fiction.
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