Mike Williams set off on a hunting trip into the swamps of North Florida,

where it was thought he met his fate by a group of hungry alligators,

except that's not what happened. And after the uncovering of a secret love triangle,

the truth would finally be revealed. Listen to over my dead body,

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Hello and welcome to my favorite murder. The mini-sode we reached is strawberries.

They're your emails. Yeah, that's it. That's not easy. Why don't you go first this time?

All right, let's see. The subject line of this email is 100-year-old funeral home treasure.

And it starts. Hi, all. I hope you read this so I can tell my best friend, Hallie.

We love you, ladies. And then there's little typing smiley face, which is still my favorite emoji,

the OG sideways smiley face. Simple. Simple, sincere. My father was a fourth generation funeral

director who inherited the family's 100-year-old funeral home, which is a beautiful old brick building

with white pillars out front. My brother who's taking over the family business did not want to run

it out of that location, so when my father passed away, we put it up for sale. That means we had to

get rid of over 100 years' worth of stuff that my family had crammed into every nook and cranny

for generations. Amazing. Georgia would have a field day with the aunties. Yeah. Thank you.

This very old funeral home had an appropriately creepy, unfurnished basement. I don't know if it's

true, but I was told that one of the small rooms housed the ashes of people who paid for their own

cremations, but didn't have any family to claim their remains. I'll take them. Oh, no, no, no.

No, it's fine. It's like, it's, it's not, you're not thrifting. These are people.

I'll take them now. I'll put them up on my shelf. On my urn shelf.

So in this dark, dark water-dripping, somewhere raw brick walled basement that was possibly

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