Hello, campers, grab your marshmallows and gather around the true crime campfire. We're your camp counselors. I'm Katie. And I'm Whitney. And we're here to tell you a true story that is way stranger than fiction. We're roasting murderers and marshmallows around the true crime campfire.

Benjamin Franklin wrote,

Money has never made a man happy yet, nor will it.

To which I think a lot of people would say, yeah, try being poor Benny.

A couple thousand dollars would make me plenty happy right now.

But once you're beyond that stage of having enough wealth to be comfortable

and free from fear of destitution, I think his point mostly stands. We've seen a lot of cases

involving very wealthy people, and I don't think you could say they were any happier than the

average Joe. If anything, just the opposite. That's definitely true in this week's case,

which involves a staggeringly wealthy family

with a whole collection of messy, grasping lives

that culminate in tragedy.

This is explosive, the Benson family murders.

Music The Benson Family Murders. So, campers, for this one, we're in Naples, Florida, July 9, 1985.

40-year-old Carol Lynn Benson Kendall sat in the back of her mom's big Chevy

Suburban with the door open. The AC and the SUV was on the fritz, and even at just a little after

9 a.m., the day was getting hot and steamy, and Carol Lynn didn't want to shut herself in the car.

Her mom, Margaret, sat in the passenger seat in front of Carol Lynn, and her youngest

brother Scott, just 21 years old, was in the driver's seat. They were waiting on Carol Lynn's

other brother, Stephen, who had hurried into the house to grab a tape measure. They were all

about to drive over to the plot of land where Margaret intended to build the sprawling estate

she would retire in.

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