You ever sit there wishing your sonwas on the cover of sports illustrated, your girlfriend the penthouse centerfold, and your wife on a milk carton?

@CoffinFeeder I had a supervisor/foreman that, one Sunday morning,up and killed his wife and was in the process of dismembering her when two neighbors gals walked in then fled and called the police and SWAT came out had a robot threat that used to throw tear gas in his house which he chucked right back out. Anyway he got 50 years on a plea agreement to avoid the dearth penalty and save the state money. I refer to him as chopper John. I guess when you're dead it doesn't matter. I wouldn't want Alice Cooper dealing with my carcass tho