MFM Minisode 502

This is exactly right. I'm Nancy Glass, host of the Burden of Guild Season 3 podcast. This is a story about a horrendous situation that destroyed two families. It's a scorched earth war that shows just how far someone will go to get what they want. Cindy said I had to choose between the truth and my family, and I had to choose the truth. According to season 3 of Burden of Guild on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. On August 4th, 1962, Marilyn Monroe died. Then the rumors started and she died again. And now, we're going to set the record straight and learn about the way Marilyn Monroe actually died, the third way. I'm Jake Brennan, and on my podcast Hollywood Land, I revisit some of the biggest stories from Hollywood history, separating the myths people want to believe from the reality underneath them. Hollywood Land is part of the exactly right network. Listen to new episodes every Monday on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. Welcome aboard season 6 of The Girlfriends, Flight or Fight, which takes place 30,000 feet in the sky. A beautiful woman smiles and hands you a scotch, but you have no idea just how messed up her job actually is. It was the most sexist job I think you could have. Until one day, a group of stewardesses spark a revolution that reshapes America. Listen to The Girlfriends, Flight or Fight on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. Hello and welcome to my favorite murder. That's Richard Hartstark. That's Nicole Gareth, and that's the other introduction. And this is the mini-sode. And this is you're the one that doesn't understand. This is the mini-sode from your letters to our mouths and then to God's ears, where the filter. That's your filter. God is waiting to hear what we have to tell him, but we're waiting to hear what you have to tell us. It's complicated. Do you understand why you have to pay us $29.99? You got. Okay. Oh, good, because this is a nice kickoff. Okay. The subject line of this email is Grandma's Spilling Family Secrets. Yes. Hot Goss. Hi, y'all. My parents and I live in the rural town of Barr, Massachusetts on a 50-acre plot of land that was bought about 80 years ago by my great-grandmother's older brother. When he died, he gave the land to my great-grandmother and she split it up between her three children. They split it up to their children. One of them being my father, Capula. I was good. I was like, who is it? Jeffery Dahmer? Like, she's got to miss some fucking who's going to end another than my father. The plot of land stealer himself. Okay. Since I was a baby, I've always had my grandmother and grandfather living next door to me, and family and cousins and second cousins always around. It's very fun. I would often walk next door and spend time with my grandma during the day, what a dream. We would have a few cups of tea and talk about just everything from her childhood, political views, the birds, the drama of our small town, parentheses less than 5,000 people, and anything you could think of. One day, I brought up our family history. Before my grandpa passed in 2018, he was huge on genealogy and creating our family tree. One of the facts that he was most proud of was tracing his side of the family's history back to the May flower and becoming a member of the May flower society. They love that shit. They do. The blue bloods love it. He made so many binders of our family tree and put together a chart after chart of different families and connected it to ours. On this fateful day, grandma had my grandpa's binders out and was moving them around and me being a murderino, asked her if we had any family secrets or murderers in those books. And she instantly said, "Oh yes, no one ever told you about how we were related to Bathsheba Ruggles Spooner." Me having no idea who she was talking about was instantly interested. Does that sound familiar at all? Yeah. You covered her. We then proceeded to find her father in grandpa's genealogy binder, General Timothy Ruggles, the loyalist and the revolutionary war, and one of the most hated generals in the area. Remember that? He was like a British loyalist. She lived only a town away from bar in Hardwick, Mass. From that point, we found Bathsheba and grandma told me her story. You covered it in an MFM539. It keeps getting ruined. Oh, with the 16-year-old fuckboy? Yes. Ah! Yes. Bathsheba was the first woman to be executed in America following the murder of her husband, Joshua Spooner. Bathsheba. This was. Yeah. Neckbeard. Neckbeard, yeah. Neckbeard's death. She was five months pregnant and by her 16-year-old lover Ezra Ross at the time of her death. After telling me, grandma pulled out a signed copy of a book she'd gotten about Bathsheba called "Murdered by His Wife," written by Deborah Navas, an AVAS. The fact that I can bond even more with my grandma over true crime is an amazing thing. She's such a strong woman who married the love of her life at 18. Grandpa was in the air force for over 20 years and she traveled and lived wherever he got stationed. Grandpa also raised and cared for four boys almost all on her own at times because my grandpa would be off her on the world. She's truly an amazing woman and I'm so glad I still have her in my life. Oh, lucky. Oh, yeah. Stay sexy and don't get murdered. Julia. Julia. So it was her what great grandma or what was the connection? Yes. It was. Bathsheba's father is in the grandpa's family. Okay. And so essentially, yeah, that they were just related. Okay. That's very cool. You got to do your ancestry chart stuff and talk to your grandparents. Yeah. Got to. You simply must. Please. For us, nothing else. I'm Nancy Glass, host of the "Burden of Guild" season three podcast. It started more than seven years ago when Cindy and Kenny were two 40-somethings who had just gotten engaged. Days later, they walked into a scorched earth war they never saw coming. Turn your hands on your back. The cops gave it to my house and threw me in jail. And to Cindy's surprise, her fiance Kenny was charged with abusing one of her children. I'd never once doubted Kenny and I always doubted the accusation. On season three of "Burden of Guild," you'll hear a story about the lengths someone will go to in order to get what they want. This case has got to be one of the most despicable. Listen to season three of "Burden of Guild" on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. Okay, my childhood business venture, this was funny. I have no idea where this story would fit in in the list of hometown callouts, but let's just file it under miscellaneous. Nice. When I was a kid on "Hot Summer Days," I would occasionally host a little lemonade stand on the sidewalk. I had no business calling it a lemonade stand since I was usually selling grape cullade. But whatever. So just the words you can taste grape cullade in your mouth like I can. Warm grape cullade. Yeah. I'd usually rake in about $1.50, which in today's money is, they don't say what year someone will tell you. But in today's money is $4. She did the math. Oh no. She didn't include the year, no, enough for a couple candy bars. One day I came up with a brilliant plan. I had an idea to sell a commodity that had a seemingly endless supply and required very little investment on my part. Smart. I opened my card table stand out by the sidewalk and a nice woman pulled up in front of me. How much is a couple of lemonade she asked looking through her purse for change? I'm selling grasshoppers. I replied. What? Yes. The woman's face rapidly changed from a smile to a cringe and she sputtered. No thank you. And drove away. Yes. I had a grasshopper stay on. Live? Yep. Earlier in the day, I had gone out into the telegraphs with my butterfly net and caught an abundance of grasshoppers putting each one carefully into my plastic critter cage that once housed my long dead hermit crab. Tiny grasshoppers were marked 10 cents, regular cost, regular size cost a quarter. And the big-ass grasshoppers that were a bitch to catch cost a whopping 50 cents. Yeah. Right. Actually so. I still get so excited. I've seen them maybe once a year at this point. They're all fucking dead. The big ones? Any of them. Oh, yeah. Grasshoppers. She turns and looks and there's a bunch of birds lining up to get with their quarter. There's a little raccoon rubbing his little tiny hands together. Finally, they've opened up one of these in my neighborhood. Gross. The crunch. Okay. 50 cents. This house with sweaty change in their hands, looking to buy a pet grasshopper. Smart. I can only imagine their parents discomfort as each child attempt to bring a big bug into the house. Most of them were told to keep the grasshoppers outside. I made $6. Hell yeah. The equivalent of $16 in today's money. It was the most successful stand I ever had throughout all of my childhood. So smart. Unfortunately, my activism got the best of me as I began to feel sad for all the grasshoppers that had lost their freedom that day. I snuck around to the little boxes. and buckets in yards that contained the pets and released all that I found. (laughing) This caused a bunch of kids to cry when they saw their grasshoppers had escaped. To recap, I captured grasshoppers, sold them to children, released them, kept the money, and comforted my customers as they mourned their losses. Questionable business practices at best. Fortunately, my shady business dealings eventually ended, and I did not grow up to be a con artist. - Nice. - Nice, actually, and don't become a grasshopper dealer if you can't handle the pressure, Kim. - Kim, that's super genius, and the after-the-fact kind of regret and horror of what have I done, but then keeping them on your knees. - Yeah, but it's not enough to, like, - It's so good. - Yeah, just I've done the wrong thing here. - I'm not knocking every door and offer their money back. - It's climbing into the squirrel's house. I need those. - So good. - I'm Nancy Glass, host of the "Birden of Guild" season three podcast. - Turn around and place your hands behind your back. - The cops giving it to my house and turning me into jail. - And to Cindy's surprise, her fiance, Kenny, was charged with abusing one of her children. - I had never once doubted Kenny and I always doubted the accusation. - On season three of "Birden of Guild," you'll hear a story about the lengths someone will go to in order to get what they want. - This case has got to be one of the most despicable. - Listen to season three of "Birden of Guild" on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcast, or wherever you get your podcasts. - Welcome aboard season six of "The Girlfriends," "Flight or Fight," which takes place 30,000 feet in the sky. There's great food, comfortable chairs, and attentive stewardesses. - The stewardesses were so beautiful. - But in reality, the stewardess job is far less glamorous than it appears. - It was the most sexist job I think you could have. - In this era, the airlines told these stewardesses they have to be single. - They had no good excuse for why they wouldn't let women be married. - They have to be skinny. - We were starving ourselves. - And they have to be young. - You would retire at age 32. - But one day, a group of stewardesses said, "This has got to stop." - They risked it all, turning a fight for fairness into a revolution. - Listen to "The Girlfriends," "Flight or Fight," starting on August 24th on the I Heart Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. - The subject line of this email is "Grandpa Switcheroo Funeral Story," and then in parentheses, it says, "Light Hearted." - Okay. - "Hi, MFM Gals." You made the call for "Grandparents Switcheroo Stories" after a while. - Jesus Christ, why did we-- - We're just saying words. - How many grandparents Switcheroo stories are there? Okay. - Well, there's "Freaky Friday." Okay, you made the call for "Grandparents Switcheroo Stories" after the last weeks. You're dead to us cake debacle. - Oh, yeah, we're dead to it. - Oh, okay, yep, that's what you're really talking about. - And this Sylvester family tale immediately came to mind. My grandpa, Armond. - Wow. - International now. Past in 2011, and as far as grandpa's go, he was the best of the best. Kind and charming, with a playful sense of humor. He was our patriarch who loved to joke and pull pranks on his kids and grandchildren. Growing up, he would often jokingly ask me, "Hey, do you have five bucks I can borrow?" (laughing) - That is such a good scale. - An old guy? - I say, "Hey." - Hey. - Do you have five bucks? - I love that. - It's mentholed. Knowing full well, I was six years old and broke his hell. (laughing) It was silly, but his frugality often became a benchmark of family stories. When he passed away at the age of 80, my family was understandably devastated. In a days leading up to Armond's funeral, we gathered at his home to sort through his belongings, plan arrangements, and make sense of our collective grief. Emotions ran heavy up until the morning of the funeral. When my uncle Bruce, Armond's youngest son, frantically yelled from the back room of the house, "Hey, has anyone seen my suit?" Bruce had flown in for the occasion and left his freshly pressed suit, hanging in the closet of his childhood bedroom. Now, said suit was missing. As I stood up to help my uncle look for his funeral best, I glanced over at my dad Gary, who looked like he'd just seen a ghost. - Oh, no. - Oh, no, my dad was your dad. - Oh, no. (laughing) - Okay. - Oh, no, my dad was for Dunder as a breath. Turns out in the haze of planning his own father's funeral, my dad saw a new suit hanging in the closet, assumed it belonged to Armond and dropped it off at the funeral home before viewing. That's where I grandpa was buried in a brand new suit, his son now had nothing to wear. Once we realized what happened, every single one of us in that house succumbed to full-blown laughter. Despite the heaviness of the moment, the idea that our ever-frugal grandfather pulled a fast one felt so fitting. - Hell yeah! - He made me-- - I didn't even think about that. Oh, my God. - He was his last prank and one will never forget. - I am. - Stay sexy and don't very grandpa and someone else's suit Rachel Silvestre. - I love, that was his final prank. - Yes, I can't believe that. - It's so good. - I love it. - And then the, like, that one uncle, it's just like wearing his weird old green blazer from 1958. - Totally. Like if it was an asshole grandpa, it wouldn't be funny, but it's fucking hilarious because it's Frank grandpa. Okay. This is, I'm not telling you the name of this. Something something Karen, Georgia, Stephen Pets. This isn't a trash mom story so much as a mom's trash Tinder date story. My parents were unhappily married for 25 years before finally divorcing in 2015. - Dang, guys. The split was neither clean nor amicable. (laughs) And my mom, Michelle, swore never to date again. So imagine my shock a few years later when I found out she'd joined Tinder. She only went on a handful of dates, none of which went anywhere, but she stayed in touch with a couple of guys meeting up occasionally for a coffee or a dog walk. Wink, wink, right? - A dog walk? - A coffee or a dog. - But isn't it horrible for older people on something like Tinder? - It was a few years ago, then there weren't really that many options, right? - Yeah, I guess that's true. Plenty of fish, of course. - Right. - I think that one's terrible though, isn't it? - I have no question. - I don't know. One such guy was Kevin. A perfectly nice, but. - Farmer's only. - Sorry. - One such guy was Kevin, a perfectly nice, but otherwise completely forgettable dude, with a giant tattoo of his dead wife's face on his leg. - Kevin. - Kevin. - Jesus. - One afternoon, my sister called with breaking news. This is later, after they had gone on some dates. - Okay. - Kevin had added my mom to a WhatsApp group, a WhatsApp group called Tinder, along with several other women he'd matched with. That's right, Kev, who was supposedly away on a spiritual fast, had somehow managed to add every single one of his Tinder dates into one group chat. (laughing) - He thought he was categorizing what his contacts. - That's right. - When they all started to ask what the fuck was going on, his explanation was that he simply meant to separate his family, friends, customers. He then swiftly and unceremoniously left the group. (laughing) - We left them behind together. - Yeah. - Oh fuck, he fucking split. - Have fun, you guys. - That tragic thing my mom did not seize us once in a lifetime opportunity to form a John Tucker musti-style girl gang, but the women did spend a respectable amount of time comparing notes and talking shit about Kevin before parting ways. - I mean, what? - Those are your new best friends. - What choice did they have? (laughing) - Book club, immediate book club. - Immediate book club, and also, it's just that idea, it's the especially corny idea that it's like, I'm on a spiritual retreat. - Yeah. - I'm so zen, and I'm so tapped in, except for how I'm a douchebag on dating us. - Yeah, and I'm lying in bed at the spiritual retreat, categorizing people I've known. - But it's kind of big. - Hair's too short. - Not long after my mom got permanently banned from Tinder, for reporting nearly every profile she saw convinced they were all fake. Spoiler, they were not. (laughing) Michelle. - She gets banned. - Yeah. - This guy's not real. - This can't be real. - It's too good to be true. - But these days, she's off the apps entirely because she quote, couldn't bear the thought of sharing closet space with a man ever again. - Oh. - Just get a naked man. And you never have to worry about it. - That's right, a nudist, yeah. - Thank you for everything. Shout out to my sister, Amy. Fellow longtime murderino. We're not talking right now, but hopefully we'll be cool by the time this is read. - Amy, listen to me. - Amy, it's your fault. - Amy, wait, did you say older sister or younger sister? - My sister. - Listen, girls. - Lauren, Amy. - Lauren, Amy, we understand. Stuff comes up all the time. There's fighting, there's stuff in life. I'll say what my mom used to say when me and my sister used to say. - Your sister is the only person you have. I didn't have a sister. I don't even understand how lucky you are. - And if you ever tore internationally again, please add Cape Cod to the list. And then there's a note from someone, Molly, isn't it you? - It says Cape Town. - Whoa, Cape Town. - I was gonna say. - Is the note that Cape Cod is not in Europe? - Cape Town, that's, yeah, that makes way more sense. - No, this is the second Cape Town request I saw in the inbox today. - Oh. - There are murderinos aplenty down here in Cape Town. - Down in Cape Cod, Cape Town. - Yeah. Stay sexy and don't try to separate your family, period friends, period customers. Laura. - Laura, stop fighting with your sister. You're a lunatic. I would kill to know what they're fighting about. - Oh God. I hope it's something heavy. I hope it's something petty. But I hope it's this, you said you were gonna get me a frosty and you didn't, and now we're not talking for eight months. - Better be, yeah. - That's the stuff that's really satisfying. - Yeah. - I'm Nancy Glass, host of the "Burden of Guild" season three podcast. It started more than seven years ago when Cindy and Kenny were 240 some things who had just gotten engaged. - The cops give it to my house and threw me in jail. - And to Cindy's surprise, her fiance Kenny was charged with abusing one of her children. - I'd never once doubted Kenny, and I always doubted the accusation. - On season three of "Burden of Guild," you'll hear a story about the length someone will go to in order to get what they want. - Listen to season three of "Burden of Guild" on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. - Listen to "The Girlfriends," "Flight or Fight," starting on August 24th on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your podcasts. - Okay, my last one, the subject line is Irish Grand Lore. - Okay. - Hi, Karen and Georgia. You know what they say, long time listener, first time writer. I've been listening to your podcast backwards with new weekly episodes sprinkled in here and there, obviously, for about two years now. So forgive me if I'm confused on which pets are with us and which ones have walked the rainbow bridge. - Oh. - That's such a good way to say categorizing where you are in this place. - Also, this is a person who knows us well enough to be like, I have to apologize. I don't know what pets are dead or alive. - Shockingly Mimi's still kicking. I cannot believe it. - What a supermodel. - She doesn't have long for this world, but I have been saying that for at least five years. - Yeah. Well, and I think it's the fury that's keeping our lives. - Absolutely. - That's the way to go. - She's so angry. - Okay, I do have to say, and I don't want to bump anybody out, but Frank's last visit at the test weren't great. - Frank's immortal. - Frank is, I said, the vet called me and was just like saying, you know, there's lumps and bumps and he's got all kinds of stuff going on. And I go, well, he is kind of old and she goes, he's 18 and two months. Holy shit. - So fucking old. - Wow. - But the thing is, my thing is, when I go to feed him breakfast or dinner, the joy and the tippy-tappy dancing, I'm like, that's, when that goes, I'll start getting worried, but that's still here. - That's so cute. - So. - Mimi and Frank holding on. They're like grandma and grandpa. - Oh, we have to put them in a room 'cause they could fight and just kill each other. - Should we do a betting poll? Who goes, stop it! Like cock fighting kind of? - No, just see who goes first. Oh, or whatever. - Oh yeah, that's sad. - It's so sad. - I agree with you. - Because we can't handle our feelings. - I know. - Okay. So, forgive me if I'm confused about which pets with us and which ones have walked the rainbow bridge. Well, you don't have to be confused anymore because we put our gambling, fucking gambling together, dead pets gambling. Either way, love to you all. I'm writing in because I just listened to the minisot about talking about dad lore and wanted to join in on the fun with a twist. Grand lore. Much like Karen's, my grandmother moved here from Ireland in her mid teens. She had many stories to share. And yet, one my family and I truly treasured the most was when she partied it up in a remote cabin with the one and only Gordon Lightwood. (laughs) - Wait, who's Gordon Lightwood? - He's saying that directly admits it's Gerald. - What? - He's saying the record, the 70s got signed down. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay. Yes. - And then it says yes, a true Canadian classic. One day we were visiting my grandparents when she recounted the time her and my grandfather had gone on vacation to Rosnith Manor in the Muscoca's in Ontario, Canada, where she had met with a very young pre-fame gourd. Here's where many shenanigans took place, lots of illegal activities, and then in parentheses, 420 blaze it. - Grandparent threesome. - They're all stoned and just like getting grabby. Singing and songwriting, and most of all, laughs shared among old and new friends. So no, we're being, we're the sex pests in this situation. I'd like to thank every time she heard a Gordon Lightfoot song, she remembered some fun memories from her younger years with the man who she shared an unforgettable vacation with. - Wow. - Oh, and my grandfather too. I hope she's at rest now with my granddad, her husband of 60 plus years, and my dad, whom she loved like her very own son. Oh, say sexy, and why do you call it treasure? I must not be caught up to that part yet. Slantja, Jillian, PS, attached as a photo of June and Gord, having a grand old time as she would put it. - Oh my God. - Here it is, grandma hanging out with Gordent, a young Gordon Lightfoot. - Pre-beard. - Such a good photo. He is so cute. Look at her beehive, her Buflawn. - Those old Kodak, like three by three. - Yeah, that's every picture my parents have of like right when my sister was born. - Totally. - And now it looks like it's from ancient Egypt. - Grandma looks high as fuck, I will say. - Grandma is having a time of her life. And she's like, I'm gonna set you up rock and roll star. - Amazing. - I mean, and to have that captured on film. - Yeah. - Wow. - What a life. - So it's very cool. Okay, last one. This is a little long, but it's a good one. It's a famous person paying. - Hell yes. - Hello, how are you? I'm good. (laughing) - Me too. - I'm a stand of comedian based in Montreal. Last summer, I had the privilege of getting a spot in the Just For Laughs comedy festival. - Congratulations. - Yeah, it's a big deal. - I naived one of the hourly sought after middle of the day, outdoor stage on the festival promenade spots. Karen will know how amazing these are. - Very, very bad. And I was on, no, I was over the moon. I think so, outside, during the day. - Middle of the day, outdoor stage on the festival promenade. Oh, so like, not in a bar or in a kind of worst case scenario. Outside and during the day for comedy is literally just inviting people to talk while you're talking. It's just, it's like you're selling knives at the county fair. It's awful. - It's so funny that you were joking. She knew you'd know that she was fucking around and I was like, I don't get it. I think she's being sincere. - What's happening? - Okay, and I was over the moon about it. And it says, really, truly, I would have taken anything and I was incredibly grateful. - I mean, that's the whole idea, right? It's like, they'll be grateful, set them up in the fucking alley. - Not anymore for Sadie. As a just for less comic, I was given two festival passes, one for me and one for my girlfriend Hilary, which granted us access to a bunch of shows for free and access to the after parties, baby. At these after parties, I had the pleasure of chatting with some of my favorite comedians. Everyone was lovely and getting to meet some of my comedy heroes was huge for me, but the nagging impostor syndrome I felt made things a little bittersweet. As a local comic with only a couple years of experience under her belt, I didn't have much to offer when it came to networking. So these interactions made me feel like I was taking up too much of important people's time. But then I met Alan coming. What? I'd been chatting with my friend, Andrina, outside one of the party venues. She was rolling a cigarette when a festival volunteer approached us. With an over the top level of urgency, he asked, are you rolling cigarettes? Alan, Alan coming would really like a rolled cigarette. Can we have one? I tried my best. There you go. Now, being my typical dumbass self, I tried to joke. Actually, she told me I could have the rest of these. He didn't laugh. He had no time for my BS. Yes, obviously. Of course, we assured him Alan coming could smoke with us. For the rest, do we need to tell everyone who Alan coming is really good? Well, I mean, if you don't know, Alan coming is a, uh, I think he's original. Only Irish, but I actually don't know. - It says right here, wait, hold on. - Scottish. - He's Scottish? - Yeah. - You watch traders, he's the host of traders. - He's the host of traders, he's huge. - But he's also the director of the anniversary party. - The one you were in! - Okay, so you personally are friends with him. - Not in the least, but I have met him and he's amazing. - Okay, for the rest of the night, into the AM, we hung out on a curb in Montreal, chatting with Alan Cummings as if we were old friends. He talked about his partner and we talked about ours. He shared some hilarious anecdotes about the Broadway production of the children's book. He and his husband had written about their two dogs, the adventures of Honey and Leon. - Oh! - He also dropped some hot celebrity dating gossip that I locked away in the vault out of respect. And this is, I can be trusted with your secret celebrities. Eventually, my girlfriend joined us in upon hearing that she was a lawyer, Alan shared some stories from his time on The Good Wife. - Nice. - The highlight of my night and possibly of the entire festival was making Alan coming laugh. When I told him I was a comedian, he said, in his charming Scottish accent, I'm not gonna pretend. Oh, and you're a good one, I bet. With that, the imposter syndrome evaporated. Shortly after I received my compliment, I decided it would be best to wrap up the interaction before I ruined it somehow, smart. I turned to my girlfriend and said, "Well, it's getting pretty late. Should we think about heading home?" And to this, Alan responded, "What? "I thought we were having a nice party on the sidewalk." Okay, Alan, I said, "We can hang out a bit longer." (laughing) Stay sexy and don't question your achievements, but if you do, hopefully they'll be a famous Scottish bisexual somewhere nearby to set you straight. Cheers, Sadie. Sadie. What a great, he's like your fairy comedian, Godmother. And I have a photo of the girlfriend, Sadie, and Alan coming. - No, what? - Oh, look at him. - Look at him and look at them. - Everyone's teeth are amazing, first of all. - I feel like Alan coming. I love that he gets to have this time because he really is kind of taking over in this way. He's already been doing it. He's a pro, he's good at everything. And now he's just like, "Yeah, I'm just gonna go be "a badass bitch in the streets." - I love it. - Love him. - Amazing. - Yay. - So good. - We're still accepting celebrity paying out, guys. Good or bad. - Did you get booked at just for laughs? Who did you meet when you were there? Let us know. - We probably hate them. - Um, the things we're listening, and things we're being here. - And stay sexy. - Don't get murdered. - Goodbye. - Goodbye. - Elvis, do you want a cookie? - Ah. (upbeat music) - This has been an exactly right production. - Our managing producer is Molly Smith. - Our consulting producer is Kate Schellmbach. - Our creative lead is Alice in the Gosty. - Our associate producer is Tessa Hughes and our editor is Aristotle Acevedo. - This episode was mixed by Leona Squalachi. - Email your hometowns to my favorite murder at gmail.com and follow the show on Instagram at my favorite murder. - Listen to my favorite murder on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcast or wherever you get your podcasts. - Or watch new episodes every week on Netflix. Search for my favorite murder, add us to your list, and hit the double thumbs up button. - Goodbye. - Cindy said I had to choose between the truth and my family and I had to choose the truth. - Listen to season three of "Burden of Guild" on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcast or wherever you get your podcasts. Welcome aboard season six of "The Girlfriends," "Flight or Fight," which takes place 30,000 feet in the sky. - Until one day, a group of stewardesses spark a revolution that reshapes America. Listen to "The Girlfriends," "Flight or Fight," on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts. - On August 4th, 1962, Marilyn Monroe died. And now we're going to set the record straight and learn about the way Marilyn Monroe actually died, the third way. I'm Jake Brennan and on my podcast "Hollywood Land," I revisit some of the biggest stories from "Hollywood History," separating the myths people want to believe from the reality underneath them. "Hollywood Land" is part of the exactly right network. Listen to new episodes every Monday on the iHeartRadio app Apple Podcasts or wherever you get your podcasts.