Hey, true weirdos. We owe you a big thanks because of you. We won two W3 awards for Best History Podcast and Best Host for the episode Koki and Lucky. And we've won three Signal Awards and I'm really excited about these. For the episode, Doomsday Clock, we won Silver for Best History episode. We won silver for best craft editing and production.

And Max also won a listener's choice signal award for his outstanding work on Doomsday Clock.

His outstanding work on every episode, but that one was recognized.

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and conversation. It was a puddle of crumpled fabric, jade green silk, the color almost obscenely vivid

against the dull grain of the table.

A woman was dead.

The woman who designed and sewn that fabric, transforming it into an exquisite dress, turning this way and that in front of a full-length mirror.

She carefully tucked and pinned, the silk spilling across her skin like liquid, like absent.

She didn't know that this would be the last dress she'd ever wear.

She was just 30 years old, a beauty. She was a model, a design. She didn't know that this would be the last dress she'd ever wear.

She was just 30 years old, a beauty.

She was a model, a designer, and an actress.

Was.

Now her body lay cold on a mortuary slab.

Now the exquisite dress nearly shredded was evidence.

In the chapel of a funeral establishment banked high with floral offerings.

The funeral of Virginia Rappay was held at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

A large part of the movie colony attended.

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