Okay, Jesse, last week we had a very contemporary ongoing case.

What's the story this time?

A contentious marriage between two realtors ends when one spouse is found deceased in a hotel bathtub.

Seems like a clear-cut accident.

When the surviving spouse acts a bit odd, the authorities take a closer look.

I'm Andy Cassette.

And I'm Jesse Prey Welcome back everyone to Love Murder, a podcast about pretty lies, alibis, and love gone fatally wrong.

In November of 1965, so almost exactly 60 years ago, yeah, a young Green Beret and college student named Ed Post organized blood drive to aid his fellow soldiers in Vietnam.

Ed was social, outgoing, ambitious,

but not always the best student. He had flunked out of his first attempt at higher education,

but found success by joining the Army Reserves and then going into the National Guard.

Now more mature and a couple years older, he was a popular guy on the University of Southern Mississippi campus, where he had joined the business fraternity and volunteered with a few

civic-minded organizations. So on that fateful day in November of 65, Ed likely thought that he was

doing a good deed and padding his resume by organizing blood drive. But little did he know that he was doing a good deed and patting his resume by organizing blood drive.

But little did he know that he was about to meet the love of his life, the woman he would build

a family with, and the woman who would ultimately seal his fate and vice versa.

Yikes.

19-year-old Julie Thigpen was the picture of 1960s glam.

She had big dark eyes, a twiggy-esque figure, and a sleek dark bob.

She also had no tolerance for needles, as it would turn out.

Sweet Julie had volunteered to give blood, but had fainted the moment the nurse put the needle in her arm.

Yeah.

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