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Murder, murder, murder, murder.

On the show today, three murder suicides, all undertaken by jealous husbands or boyfriends.

With the stabbing and shooting, you see.

Rich Carucci, hey, Rich.

Hey, Ty.

Now, you've certainly had your share of, you know, run-ins with the opposite sacks, right?

Oh, yes, I have.

Yeah, and you're a widower.

I am.

I am a widower.

And not a suspect, which is the best way.

No, I had an alibi.

I was in front of a bunch of people at work in a firehouse at the time i actually thought that when it happened

yeah said thank god i'm here why she i didn't know that she did she die violent death uh no

unfortunately no i'm just kidding um she i don't know if it was a seizure or what she had had medical

problems and my son came home and just found her on the floor

done wow that's rough and be on your son i mean you know that's his mom but to you just some lady

you were kind of like uh still hmm well she if you're divorced and she dies is are you still a widower

at that point or are you a divorced guy i don't know but I eventually moved in with her husband and took care of the kids together.

So it's just a weird situation.

And how that's not a sitcom?

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