Well, it does not appear that Teresa Drum, 38, shot her husband, Dennis Drum, Sr., 42, over a beer . . . not a beer . . .
Police in Tarentum, Pa., found Dennis dead with a bullet in his head and a gun in his hand. Teresa initially claimed that the couple had fought about her drinking the last beer. She said that Drum then shot himself after she reached for the gun. She then curiously took a shower, put her bloody clothes in the hamper, took pictures of her dead husband and sent them to a friend. She said that she was not sure what to do but few people would likely take those particular steps.
Police allege that the couple actually fought over a casserole and she admitted to drinking seven beers. She said that he cursed her cooking and that they ended up in the bedroom. She said that she struggled with him over the gun and he shot himself in the forehead.
The couple’s two children were in the house at the time.
Casseroles are mostly good. Maybe her casserole really did suck. It wasn’t to die for I’m sure!
Not too distant NE suburb of Pittsburgh. I blame the Fluoride in the water, not the 7 beers.
SkaterDude – maybe it is the flouride mixed with the beer. I blame it all on mico-breweries.
Oh well, I am feeling a little Irishy Poemy today! I am not at all sure that she is guilty of anything but bad judgement. Sooo, how to go about defending her??? Hmmm. . . I think we need a Legal Memorandum!
Re: Drum???*
An Irish Poem by Squeeky Fromm
There once was a lady named Drum,
And maybe she did something dumb?
Her husband got shot,
And believe it or not,
She pic-ted her friend, now how come???
Like the shower. . . t’was pure shock, at best.
From a woman who clearly was stressed!
And,imagine her fear!
For she’d drunk the last beer!
(Self: Do NOT mention the paraffin test!)
She should have just called nine one one,
And maybe not re-staged the gun.
But she was naive,
That’s what I believe!
And, nobody’s perfect! Not one!
Squeeky Fromm
Girl Reporter
*Re: Drum. You know, red rum. . .from The Shining. . . you know, murder spelt backwards. . .Oh never mind,
I still don’t know what she was charged with
Ugly Duckling in the First Degree.
Some of those trailers are too small for several people to live in.
My mother taught me to eat whatever was put in front of me. 🙂 I have eaten several burnt carreroles in my time.
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One of the best scenes from Chicago–Cell Block Tango. Yep, he had it coming.
Wonderful video! I loved that film! It had such a dark, Kurt Weill feel to it! Or was it Bertolt Brecht? I always get them confused. I am sure it was one of those Krauts? Or was it John Gay??? Anyway, I loved the video!
Squeeky Fromm
Girl Reporter
Well, I’m very sorry for those kids. This looks pretty bad for the woman. The news article states she claims she has no idea how the gun ended up in his hand.
Excessive drinking does not lend itself to wise decisions. And it’s especially sad that this drunken, fatal fight went on with their kids in the house.
Inexplicably?
My mom’s tuna noodle casserole was to die for–I guess that the hubby told the ole ball n chain that her version didn’t compare to his mom’s. Bad move.