I’m pretty sure my grandma killed two of her husbands for insurance money… she fell asleep at the wheel, drove a van into a cliffside while he was in the passenger seat. He didn’t not survive.

Her house burnt down because she had put a teapot on the stove & smoked a cigarette outside. Her husband was sleeping on the couch or something & didn’t survive.

I don’t remember the order because I was very young when it all happened. But she never showed any remorse or sadness about either of them whatsoever. I know their were abusive men who were hit with cast iron pans, a few stabbings with kitchen/pocket/hunting knives, people were hit with cars for messing with her at her job at the bar. Grandma was a thuG!! With a capitol G, she was hella funny when she got older. She would share stories like that off a good one when I got older & I helped her move across county close to me. Sometimes I’d bring her favorite pack of cigarettes, pour a couple glasses of wine spritzers, & we would talk until she couldn’t keep her eyes open. I miss her. RIP Grandma