I’m a bit of an oddity.  I’m 26, almost 27, in a state where most people get married when they are like 12.  I never thought that I’d have use for this conversation, but today I did.

Lorelai: Oh my God.
Emily: Reading in front of other people is extremely rude, Lorelai.
Lorelai: Shauna Christy shot her husband.
Emily: What?
Lorelai: Shauna Christy, you remember Shauna Christy.
Emily: Yes I remember Shauna Christy, she was a lovely girl.
Lorelai: Well apparently this lovely girl came home to find her husband giving a nice little bonus package to the maid. And they say good help is hard to find.
Emily: That’s just gossip.
Lorelai: Gossip? The man was shot 35 times! He looks like a sprinkler system!
Emily: I can’t believe this. Shauna was always such a nice girl. She was bright, cultured, well-spoken.
Lorelai: And apparently a big Annie Oakley fan.
Emily: This is not funny, the woman committed a crime.
Lorelai: Okay, fine.
Emily: This is a tragedy.
Lorelai: My bad, sorry.
Emily: A man is dead, a young woman ruined.
Lorelai: Consider the subject dropped.
Emily: At least she had a husband to kill.

I was looking through old records, because I am weird that way. Specifically, I was looking at a census from a hundred years ago. This woman’s given name, I kid you not, was Kills Many Men. I burst out laughing. However, I can’t share this information with anyone here because Kills Many Men was married. That’s right, she got married before me. You really have to be sure of yourself to marry someone with a name like that.