I’ve never known anybody who was murdered. Admittedly, I’ve known my fair share of people who have died (not that anybody can be particularly happy with that “fair” share), but never under such strange circumstances as a murder. Today I learned that, well… I do now.
A woman whom I used to work with —whose name I sha’n’t mention for fear of attracting an undeserved, unnecessary, and unwanted Google rank on said name— was murdered just two nights ago; her throat slit by an as–yet–unidentified intruder in her home. A weird kind of hush has surrounded her death amongst the people at work, given that she was fired just a couple of months ago for what can only be described as “disorderly conduct”. She wasn’t liked particularly well, either, which accounts for a certain lack of grieving at her death; but the whole thing is just, well… weird. That’s all I’ve got.