…and he did it in dead Ernest.
Sorry, can’t come up with an adequate comment here, other than this woman needs a nose transplant.
Wonder if Stan Chesley has had to redefine what constitutes an “incredibly horrible invasion of privacy”?
…huh I always assumed the smell of sex wouldn’t be able to be replicated with one partner dead, you learn something new every day!
While the jokes do, indeed, write themselves, it’s perhaps worth noting that this joker’s actions polluted a murder case. In August of 1982, David Steffen killed 19-year-old Karen Range. The autopsy revealed semen, and Steffen was accused of rape and murder, making him eligible for the death penalty. According to Steffen, he did not rape her, although he admitted to the killing.
The semen belonged to Douglas.
Steffen’s federal appeal to reverse his death sentence is still pending.
There’s no doubt that Steffen is a dangerous criminal. But he was sentenced to die because the jury believed her raped and murdered a girl, and that didn’t happen. This is in no way intended to excuse or minimize anything Steffen did, but perhaps life in prison would have been the sentence if the jury knew the truth.
They need to institute the same employment policies as Winston-McCauley Funeral Home
All through the reading of this thread, I had the thought in the back of my mind: Was anyone actually harmed by this?
Now I know. The answer is yes.
On a side note: Why wasn’t DNA testing done? Was it because Steffen admitted to the murder?
Because:
No DNA testing existed in 1982. The Jeffreys RFLP DNA test wasn’t invented until 1984, and didn’t see widespread criminal use for several years thereafter.
And in fact, it was DNA testing that ultimately uncovered the false evidence. Steffen continually maintained he had not raped Range, and petitioned the court for DNA testing years after the fact. The results of that test excluded Steffen and the ensuing investigation uncovered Douglas’ practices in the morgue.
I’m guessing it’s because it was 1982.
I didn’t realize that DNA testing was that new. I thought it had been around since the late 70s.
That’s gonna change my plans for this weekend.
At some New Years Eve party a few years back with lots of drinking, one guy was boasting “I had sex with 26 women my first semester in college.” Of course the first thing I said in reply was “Oh! the benefits of working in the morgue!” Everyone except him laughed.
Some of the others’ comments:
- Did I say women? I meant girls - girl scouts.
- No, he really meant boy scouts. Actually Cub scouts.
- Cub scouts in the morgue. After he was done with them.
That party got a little out of hand!
Nope – in 1982, the police had only blood typing and serology. They could say that a semen sample came from a given blood type (assuming the donor was one of the 80% of the population with the “secretor” gene).
So they could eliminate some people, some of the time. But that was it. It was Steffen’s bad luck that he and Douglas shared a blood type.
Again, not to apologize at all for Steffen’s horrid crime: he was a murderer.
But not a rapist and apparently an honest murderer. (hey, silver lining to everything).
Additionally, the victims family has torment - no matter which way it went. But if my daughter were murdered and raped, it would give me a little consolation (possibly not much) that the rape happened after the murder - much later. It wouldn’t thrill me that someone desecrated the body, but at that point its a body.
Thank goodness he didn’t work for Animal Control?
‘Take it all, bitch!’
“I hear your wife died.”
“Yup.”
“So, are you doing OK with it?”
“Well, the sex is much the same, but the dishes are starting to pile up.”
Regards,
Shodan
The word “prolific” certainly comes to mind.
He never experienced blue balls, only blue ballees.
And, to paraphrase the apparently clairvoyant Lynyrd Skynyrd -“OOoo that smell! Can’t ya smell that smell? OOoo that smell! The smell of deathsex surrounds you!”
Reminds me of this case…:eek:
Myself, I’ve always thought it nice when someone really enjoyed their work.
Yeah but you shouldn’t get into it too deep.