This time of year, one hears tales of people who overdose on turkey and seek alternatives.
Frederick Hengl, a 68-year-old California man, pleaded not guilty Wednesday to decapitating his wife and cooking her body parts on the stove at their Oceanside home.
Police said they responded to neighbors’ complaints Friday morning about a foul odor coming from the home of Hengl and his 73-year-old wife, Anna Faris.
The first officer entered the two-bedroom, bungalow-style house through a window and saw three pans of meat cooking on the stove that was later discovered to be parts of Faris’ body. Her severed head was found in a freezer.
There were numerous pieces of freshly cut bone found around the home, said Deputy District Attorney Katherine Flaherty. A meat grinder, a saw, a boning knife and other cutting materials were also in the house. — CBS News
This reminds me of a little joke my father used to make when my family (2 adults, 2 kids) went out to a restaurant and found ourselves waiting for an available table. He’d give the name “Donner, Party of 5.” When they finally called for the “Donner Party of 5,” he’d explain to the poor suffering host or hostess that we got hungry while waiting, and were just 4 now.
Not once did anybody ever understand that, including myself, until many years later.
But back to Mr. Happy Meals in California. As of the report I read, authorities were uncertain as to whether or not he’d actually gotten around to consuming his Thanksgiving human drumstick. Presumably they’ll take stool samples, or — my preference — perform vivisection. Then, this being California, they’ll probably bundle him off somewhere for rehabilitation and retraining. Something in the food service industry seems about right, yes?
Hope your holiday weekend was a good one. Let the week begin.