Well, I remember jo Anne getting stabbed out and losing her life, and I remember looking myself in the bathroom.

For those familiar with British history, the name Blatchley stars echoes of wartime secrecy.

Once home to the famed Blatchley, this quiet district of Milton Keynes played a decisive role in World War Two.

It was here, behind closed doors at Station Ex that Alan Turing and his team cracked German codes, tipping the balance of the war.

For decades, their triumphs remained a closely guarded secret, their brilliance unrecognized outside a select circle.

In the decades that followed, Bletchley was absorbed into the newly designed town of Milton Keynes, a nineteen sixties experiment in modern urban planning.

Today it's a place where history and suburbia sits side by side.

Victorian railway buildings stand as reminders of the past, while post war estates and modest apartment blocks make up the fabric of everyday life.

Santa Cruz Avenue is one such strait, lined with unassuming three story flats.

The buildings themselves are ordinary, functional, rather than beautiful, but on Christmas they take on a softer glue, twinkling ferry lights, frame windows and balconies inflatable sanders sway gently in the wind, and the faint sound of Carol stripped from open windows.

Inside, families lingered in the warmth of the holiday.

Children sat cross legged on the carpet, still in pajamas, absorbed in new toys.

Adults reclimbed on sofas, nursing full stomachs from Christmas dinner.

The television playing the same festive specials it did year after year.

But as dusk turned to night on the twenty fifth of December twenty twenty four, the comfort of the season shattered.

A sound cut through the stillness.

Screams echoed through the estate.

Neighbors paused, glancing from behind curtains and stepping on the balconies, and one balcony woman stood, her clothing soaked in blood.

She clutched the railing as though it was the only thing holding her up.

She then screamed, I can't breathe.

One of the flats along Santa Cruz Avenue belonged to thirty eight year old Joe Pearson.

She shared the flat with her forty nine year old partner, Joswell Braun.

The couple had been together for years, but Braun had a son from a previous relationship, Seventeen year old Jake, was a familiar presence at the flat, drifting in and out with the casualties of somebody who belonged there.

They also had a dog, Tilly, a white Staffordshire bull Terrier, who occupied a central place in Joe's life.

To those who knew her, Joe would described Tilly as her rock.

She was a companion who provided steadfast support through whatever challenges life presented, and life for Joe had presented plenty of challenges.

Jaswell Braun had a lengthy criminal history.

He had send convictions for fifteen offenses dating back to nineteen ninety four.

These included damaging property and one offense of battering Jake's mother in two thousand and nine.

Both he and Joe were long term users of class A drugs, predominantly crack Okain.

Neighbors had become accustomed to the songs that emanated from Flat number eight, raised voices that carried through walls and echoed in the stairwell, the kind of arguments that made you turn up the television or suddenly remember you needed to check the post.

They were the sound track of a relationship that was held together by habit and history and the shared understanding that came from weathering the same storms.

Love might have existed there once, perhaps it still did in some twisted, unrecognizable form, but it lived alongside anger, addiction, and a volatility that could ignite without warning.

Joe's family saw something different when they looked at her.

They saw the girl she'd been before drugs had rewritten her story.

They saw moments of the woman she could still be, the woman who asked about your day and actually listened to the answer.

Her family described her as somebody who fundamentally cared about others, and they weren't wrong.

But caring about others can be complicated when you can't quite care for yourself, when your days are structured around a chemical dependency that overrides every other priority.

This was the fragile ecosystem of Flat number eight on Santa Cruz Avenue.

A middle aged couple with matching addictions and a history of violence.

A teenage boy trying to maintain a connection with his father despite everything, a dog who loved unconditionally, and beneath it all, the invisible pressure building slow steady, inevitable, like a timer counting down to Christmas Day, it was called.

On Christmas Day of twenty twenty four, all along Santa Cruz Avenue, the trappings of holiday tradition were on full display.

Wreaths hung on doors, their pine scent mixing with the cold winter air.

Strings of fairy lights trace the outlines of windows, casting colorful patterns on to frost touched glass.

Inside those warm, glowing homes, families gathered around trees adorned with ornaments collected over lifetimes, and wrapping presents and posing for photographs that would be shared on social media.

It was close to five p m.

On Christmas Day when Jake Brawn made his way to his father and Joe's flat.

He had presents tucked under one arm.

The winter sun was already sinking below the horizon.

Jake climbed the stairs to Flat number eight.

He knocked on the door and his father answered and welcomed him.

Inside, Joe was playing Christmas music and presents were exchanged amongst the three of them.

But while other families across the country were settling on to sofas with full stomachs and remote controls, a different kind of evening was taking shape.

In Flat eight, Joe and Jaswell Brawn moved to the kitchen.

The Christmas music continued in the background, a jarring corn to point to what happened next, they began smoking crack cocaine.

The drug quickly worked its black magic, filling their brains with dopamine, creating that brief euphoria that attic's chase, and for a while they felt good.

But crack cocaine is a jealous drug.

It demands everything and gives back nothing but the promise of the next high, and on that particular evening, it decided to extract the price that would shatter what remained of a broken family.

At some point during their session, Joe refused to hand the crack pipe back to Braun.

She said she didn't feel comfortable smoking around Jake.

The atmosphere quickly changed.

Braun's hand reached for the counter.

He grabbed a screwdriver and then a kitchen knife.

He then approached Joe.

She asked him what he was doing and started to walk into the other room.

Without saying a word, Braun lunged at Joe and stabbed her over over.

She began screaming and frantically putting her hands up to try and protect herself.

Jake sat frozen, his eyes, struggling to process what he was saying.

But shock is a temporary paralysis, and survival instinct is powerful.

Jake launched himself at his father, grabbing at him and trying to pull him off Joe.

His fingers clawed at his arms, and for a moment, he thought he could stop what was happening.

This was his father, after all, and he thought that he would recognize him and regather his humanity.

But Jake was tragically wrong.

Brown then turned on his own teenage son.

He stabbed him once in the chest.

Jake stumbled backwards, his hands distinctively moving to protect himself from the next blow.

The knife came down again, and Jake raised his hand to block it.

Metal met flesh and bone, and suddenly one of his fingers was severed.

Pain and adrenaline were surging through each other because he fought his own father for his life.

He managed to push him away, grabbed his phone from the table, and ran into the bathroom.

He slammed the door behind him and locked it.

In the kitchen, he could hear Tilly barking frantically.

She had watched her beloved owner fall and was trying to ward off danger she couldn't understand.

And then the barking changed.

It became wimpering.

Braun had turned the knife on Tilly.

I don't mean to get ahead of the story, but I want everybody to know that Tilly survived.

Jake desperately called nine niney nine from the safety of the bathroom.

He told the operator what had happened, pleading for police and paramedics to be sent immediately.

In the background of that call, Joke could be heard wimpering, Jazz, No, you're killing me.

Tell my children I love them.

The screaming men fell silent, but the silence didn't last for long.

Braun's footsteps approached the bathroom door.

Jake heard the sound of his father retrieving something from elsewhere in the flat.

He then heard the distinct sound of wood against wood.

Braun had grabbed a baseball bat and was hitting it with full force against the bathroom door.

He begged for his father to stop, but it fell on deaf ears.

Jake backed up against the far wall, still on the phone to the nine nine nine operator.

The door finally gave way.

Wood splintering inwards, Braun filled the doorway like something from a nightmare.

He then began beating his own son, Jake, with the baseball bat until he collapsed to the tile floor, and then, as suddenly as it had started, the attack stopped, but only for Joe, Tilly and Jake.

Number seven, twenty four year old Tiona Grant was experiencing the kind of Christmas she'd always imagined for herself.

Three years earlier, Tiona had made the move from Nuneaton to Bletchley.

It's not a vast distance geographically, but emotionally it represented independence, adulthood, the beginning of building her own life.

Tiona had found work and found love with her fiance, twenty nine year old Bradley Ladder, and found a place that felt like home.

But Nanton was never far from her heart.

This is where she'd grown up, and she remained deeply connected to her parents, Petra and Reginald, and her two sisters, Jade and Paris.

The bond between them was the kind that required maintenance, regular phone calls, visits scheduled, and kept holiday spent together when possible.

Family wasn't just something that Tiona had, it was something she actively nurtured.

Tionah's family said that she was the kindest, sweetest, most caring daughter that any mother could have wished for.

And on Christmas evening, Tiona and Bradley had enjoyed exchanging gifts and eating their Christmas dinner together.

The walls of the flats were thin, so when the chaos erupted in Flat number eight, Toony and Bradley had heard it all Before they even had a chance to figure out whether they should check on their neighbors or call police.

Their front door flung open.

Standing in the doorway was Josuell Braun.

He was covered in blood.

In one hand, he gripped a bloody kitchen knife and in the other a baseball bat.

Tooni and Bradley knew Braun.

He was their neighbor.

They passed him in the hallway often and often exchanged pleasantries.

Braun immediately lunged at Tiona and began stabbing her over and over.

Bradley's body reacted before his mind fully comprehended what was happening.

He grabbed Braun and tried to pull him off Tiona, but Braun overpowered him, and then he turned.

He had zero expression on his face as he turned the knife on Bradley.

Bradley tried to defend himself and shouted, why are you doing this?

What have I done?

Braun never responded.

They struggled over the weapon, giving Tiona a second to try and get help.

She managed to pull herself off the ground and stumbled towards the door.

She made it outside into the cold December air.

Her fingers gripped the balcony rail and she screamed, I can't breathe.

Back inside Flat number seven, Bradley was still fighting with Braun until suddenly he stopped.

Braun pulled away, turned and walked out of the flat.

Bradley managed to pull himself off the ground.

His legs barely supported his weight, but he moved forward.

He stumbled towards the door.

Outside, he saw Joe Pearson.

She was lying faced on on the landing, a pull of blood spreading beneath her body.

On the balcony t on a lay faced on in a puddle of her own blood.

Bradley grabbed his phone from his pocket and called nine ninety nine.

It was the second call the emergency services that Christmas evening, another play for help that would arrive too late for some barely in time for others.

While Bradley was discovering the bodies on the landing and balcony, Jake Brawn emerged from Flat number eight.

His chest was punctured, his hand was missing a finger, and he had been brutally beaten and stabbed by his own father.

He should have been unconscious, really, but trauma does strange things to the body.

Jake ran down the street screaming for help.

He spotted a neighbor outside.

His voice was hoarse, but he managed to shout, you need to help me.

He's going to kill me.

Then Jaswell Braun emerged on the street.

Witnesses said that he looked eerily calm.

He walked briskly towards Jake and the neighbor till he was on her leash being dragged beside Braun.

Her white fur was stained with blood.

The neighbor saw Braun approaching, he grabbed Jake and ran for his own home nearby.

They made it inside and slammed and locked the door behind them.

The neighbor later recollected.

I went into survival mode and got my sister in law into the house and locked the door to protect our family.

The festive lights quickly gave way to flashing police and paramedics lights as they swarmed the scene.

Police cars formed a barrier at both ends of the strait.

Ambulances positioned themselves as close to the flats as possible, Their rear doors flung open as paramedics jumped out.

Officers spilled out onto the pavement.

Among the chaos of arriving emergency services and frightened neighbors spilling out of their homes, officers found Tilly, the white Staffordshire bull terrier, was wandering in a daze, her leash still attached and dragging behind her on the pavement.

Her coat was matted with blood that had saped from wounds to her chest and neck.

She moved slowly, operating on instinct alone because her body was in profound shock.

An officer approached her carefully, despite everything she'd been through, till east Hail gave a weak wag, because that's what dogs do, even when they're dying, even when they've been stabbed by somebody who should have protected them, they still try to be good.

Tilly was rushed to an emergency vet.

Her blood pressure was dangerously low from blood loss, but the knife had missed her vital organs.

Tilly would survive.

Jake Brown would survive too, though the injuries he sustained would mark him for life.

When paramedics reached him, he was in severe distress.

The twelve centimeter stab wound to his chest had punctured his diaphragm and injured his liver.

Blood and air had leaked into his chest cavity.

His right hand was a mass of blood and explosed tissue where the tip of his finger had been severed completely.

They loaded him into an ambulance, started ivy lines, administered pain medication, and raced towards the hospital, while calling ahead to prepare the traumaty.

In the back of the ambulance, Jake tried to explain what had happened to the attending paramedic.

He described it as like watching a horror film.

Bradley latter had survived as well.

He sustained sharp force injuries to his scalp, back, neck, and ear, defensive wounds on his right hand from where he'd grabbed the knife, yet blunt force trauma as well.

Bradley kept asking about Tiona.

Where was she?

Was she ka?

Could he see her?

The paramedics exchanged glances but said nothing.

There would be a time for those conversations later.

For now, their job was to keep Bradley alive and stable.

But Joe, Piers and in Tiona Grant weren't so lucky.

Joe lay dead on the hallway outside the flat.

She had sustained thirty one stab wounds to the face, neck, chest, abdomen, and arms.

She was dead.

She had even sustained scratches after death.

Joe had been killed by the stab wounds to her neck, which damaged her jugular vein and airway, and the stab wound to her chest, which entered her left lung.

She had also sustained blunt force trauma and defensive wounds to her arms and hands.

On the balcony, Toona lay faced on in a pull of her own blood.

She had sustained five stab wounds.

One of those wounds had struck her neck, severing her carroded artery and damaging her jugular vein.

What paramedics and police were securing the scene, documenting evidence, treating the injured, and covering the dead, Jaswell Braun had fled.

He made it to his car and had driven off at high speed into the night.

He drove radically weaving through traffic with his headlights off.

He ignored red lights.

Police gave chase while others positioned themselves ahead of his root.

Armed police forced the vehicle to stop.

They grabbed him.

From the vehicle, Start resisting, stop resisting.

Braun's hands were stained with blood.

Next to the driver's seat lay a kitchen knife covered in blood.

As Brine was arrested, he didn't say a word, but after he was placed in the back of the patrol vehicle, he started mumbling to himself.

He said that he was crazy.

At the police station, he continued talking.

He said, I lost my cool tonight, and then started talking about what happened.

He said that what he had done wasn't self defense, it was plain murder.

Not such a fence playing mind.

Brown's finger printed and had his mugshot taken and was then escorted to his cell.

Once the cracker came began to wear off, his head seemingly became clear.

He stood in his cell and mumbled, oh Jesus, what happened tonight?

What happened tonight?

Boy?

Pure fucking madness.

I've gone fucking crazy.

Guys just gone crazy.

He then added it turned into a bloody disaster because I was hanging out with him for too long.

It rubbed off on me, just hanging out with the Lunds.

It rubbed off on me.

He paced back and forth, and in a moment of clarity, he said, I've gone bloody looney, not self defense murder.

It's plain murder, not self defense murder.

The next day, Jaswell Brown was interviewed by tam Valley Police.

He suggested that he blacked out at some point, but other than that he refused to speak.

How may what happened from conors?

Do you know anything about anyone being stabbed?

Jested?

On the twenty fifth December, Jaswell Brown was subsequently charged with two counts of murder, two coinds of attempted murder, and one kind of possession of a knife.

He was also charged with causing unnecessary suffering to a protect an animal.

After the charges were handed down, Detective Chief Inspector SHIRP.

Brangwyn publicly announced, firstly, I would like to extend my deepest condolences to the families of the women who have tragically died in this shocking incident.

We've launched a double murder investigation which may be concerning to the wider public, however, we have made in the rest and we're not looking for anyone else in connection with this incident, and the parties are known to each other.

But for residents of Santa Cruz Avenue, the distinct unction provided little comfort.

Knowing the victims and the perpetrator were connected didn't erase the fact that the murder had arrived on their doorstep.

On Christmas Day, the apartments were transformed into crime scenes and cordoned off with yellow tape.

Police officers stood guard while forensic experts began their work inside, photographing the scene collecting evidence.

Outside the official perimeter, a makeshift memorial started to grow.

People left on flowers, cards, and trinkets.

Neighbors gathered outside in small clusters and spoke to the reporters that had descended.

An unidentified neighbor recalled saying, Braun leave the flat in the immediate aftermath, and his description captured something chilling about the man's demeanor.

Braun looked super chilled, he said, not panicked or distressed or even aware that he just committed unspeakable acts of violence.

The neighbor recalled, we heard banging on a door next to us, and there was a lad covered in blood and shouting I've been stabbed.

He had a chest wound and a head wound.

We looked out on the balcony of one of the flat and there was a woman in distress saying I can't breathe.

There was a dog which is a bit like a staff.

He running around the estate for an hour and a half covered in blood.

It went to my friend's porch and there was a pull of blood.

After Bradley Ladder was released from hospital, he faced a difficult decision.

Where do you go when home has become the place where everything ended.

He did eventually return to the flat where Tiona lost her life and where he almost lost his.

Bradley told the bbcay that nightmares had become his new normal.

Slave brought no relief, only endless replays of the attack, Brawn's blank face, the knife rising and falling, Tiona's voice saying she couldn't breathe.

His conscious eyes weren't much better.

His mind obsessively re round and replayed those moments, searching for different choices he could have made, different outcomes that might have saved her.

He said, nothing I can do can bring Tionna back.

But I have to live for her.

The months between the arrest and court appearances stretched like a wound that wouldn't close.

For the families of Joe and Tiona, for Jake and Bradley, for everyone touched by the violence of Christmas Day.

Time moved in strange ways, simultaneously too fast and agonizingly slow.

They wanted justice, but justice required process, and process takes time.

Finally, on the fifteenth of April, Jaswell Braun appeared in Luton Croncourt.

He pleaded guilty to two coinds of murder and two coinds of attempted murder.

He also admitted possession of a knife in a public place and causing unnecessary suffering to protect an animal.

According to the prosecution, they had a very strong case.

It included witnesses, CCTV and forensic evidence, and it really gave Braun little choice but to plead guilty.

There were the survivors who were going to testify.

The murder Webon was found in Brown's car.

His fingerprints were on the blood on the handle.

Spots of Joe and Tiona's blood were also on his trainers.

During the court hearing, his defense attorney Charles Miskin said that his client was remorseful and profoundly sorry for what he'd done.

He was ordered to return to court to be sentenced to a later date.

Outside of court, Detective Chief Inspector Sturt Brangwyn stated, Braun is a dangerous man and I'm glad he's pleaded it guilty, accepting responsibility for his actions that day, But the deaths of Joe and Tiona cannot be undone.

This was a brutal attack on his own partner and neighbor in their respective homes where they should have been able to feel safe and secure.

Despite Braun's guilty play, despite the evidence and the confessions and the clear pathway from crime to conviction, one question lingered in the courtroom and in the public consciousness.

Why Why had a dispute over a crack pipe escalated to double murder?

Why had Braun turned on his own son.

Why had he broken India his neighbor's flat and killed a young woman who'd done nothing to him.

Why had he stabbed the dog.

Celia Morden of the Crime Prosecution Service said, while we may never know why Braun committed such mindless violence, we must remember the two lives that were needlessly lost.

Our thoughts remained with the loved ones of Joanna and Tiona, and we hope today's result provides them with some closure.

Jaswell Brun returned to court on the seventeenth of June.

Prosecutor Diana here Ksey read aloud some facts of the case.

She described the attack on Joe, telling the courtroom Jake Bron tried to pull his father away from her, only for the defendant to turn on him and stab him in the chest.

Victim impact statements were presented.

Bradley stood in front of Braun and said, we both thought of you as our neighbor and close friend for a number of years.

He said, the impact of what happened was never ending.

He said that his entire world and future was taken away from him by Braun.

He stated, the world will now and forever go on without you.

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Bradley said that he had lost his job because of the injuries that Braun had inflicted on him.

He said that he and Teona had been nothing but kind to him.

He then tearfully said, for you to take a beautiful, harmless woman, I wished to take my life each day to be with her.

Tiona's sister Paris provided a victim impact statement as well.

She described her sister as a pure and kind soul and said that she was irreplacible.

She said that she found herself becoming anxious in public.

She told Braun, I haven't a rational fear now that any one I come across will be like you.

I don't see Christmas is Christmas any more.

I say it is the day you stole my sister.

Jonas's father, Reginald, then stood before the court.

He became emotional as he said to explain my feelings is impossible.

Part of my heart has been ripped out.

No more cuddles, no more chuckles or I love you dad.

Joe's mother, Susan, said the family could only imagine how horrific her final moments on earth were.

She stated, our own well being has also been seriously compromised.

Our faith in humanity has been seriously rocked.

We don't think we'll ever understand.

As the victim impact statements were read aloud, Braun looked on with his head in his hand.

The only time he showed any emotion was when his son Jack stood before him.

Jake said that the trust he had in his father had been completely betrayed that day.

He said, watching people you love being stabbed is heartbreaking.

I heard Joe screaming for her life, begging him to stop.

Every night I hear Joe screaming for her life and see Joe being stabbed.

Defense attorney Charles Miskin then addressed the court.

He offered mitigation before the judge handed down his sentence.

He said that Braun's history was that of a man who had a fairly ordinary life, but that he had a paranoid view of the world.

He stated Braun concurs with the prosecution that drug intoxication underlies the offending.

He said his client was very sorry about what had happened and that he couldn't forgive himself for his actions.

He stated, it's very difficult for him to prove remorse.

He cannot understand why he did it, but he did it.

Mister Justice care then addressed Braun.

Last Christmas Day, after taking cocaine without warning or provocation, you stabbed and beat your partner, Joanne Pierson to death.

You tried to kill your teenage son, Jake Brown, stabbing and assaulting him.

You went to a neighbor's flat and there, stabbed a young woman, Tiana Grant, to death, and you tried to kill her partner, Brandy Bradley, latter stabbing him several times.

You stabbed her partner's dog and drove from the scene dangerously at high speed until he was stopped by police and arrested.

You had blood on your hands, literally, and a bloodstained knife was on the front passenger seat with your fingerprint on it.

He continued steering the terrible crime you committed on that day.

The terrible crimes you committed on that day have torn apart the lives of many people.

I have seen and heard the moving statements by your many living victims.

Joanne's mother, Suzanne Kierson, has lost her loving daughter, her sister Samanthe is also devastated.

Juan was thirty eight when you murdered her.

She'll never see her parents, sister, and large extended family again.

Christmas will be a time of dread, stress, grief, and mourning for the family.

They are haunted by the suffering Juan must have endured in her final minutes.

He then sentenced Joswell Brown to life in prison, with a minimum term of thirty nine years for each of the murders they were to run.

Concurrently, he also handed down a twenty one year sentence and an eighteen year sentence for the attempted murders of Jake and Bradley, an eighteen month sentence for possession of a knife in a public place, and a nine month sentence for causing unnecessary suffering to Tilly.

After the sentence was imposed, Joe and Tuna's family released statements.

Joe's tribute read her life was needlessly and crilly cut short in her endous circumstances on Christmas Day in her own home with the hands of her partner.

We will never be able to understand why.

Joe experienced many good and happy times and achieved lots in her short life.

These shouldn't be overshadowed by the difficulty she experienced.

Joe sometimes did not make the best decisions, but who of us can say we don't get things wrong from time to time.

Joe always cared for everyone around her, which was evident even in the last moments of her life.

She was inseparable from her dog Tilly, who she told us was her rock.

We are sure Joe will be remembered with love and affection by all of those who knew her.

There will certainly always be a huge Joe shaped hole in our lives.

Tiona's read.

Tiona had a huge heart full of love and kindness.

She was such a kind and caring daughter and sister.

Tiona is irreplaceable, and she's left a huge void in our lives and our hearts.

As a family were heartbroken to have lost her.

The heartbreak is intensified by the realization that we lost our due to the senseless, cruel actions of someone else.

Our world is emptier, full of sadness, and holds a lot less laughter now she's gone.

Tiona deserved more time to live and deserve the chance to experience the good things that life still had to offer her.

The world is a darker place without Tuna's beautiful smile.

We desperately wish that we could have made many more happy memories with Tuna, but all we can do now is cherish the past twenty four years of treasured memories we made with Tuna when she was alive, which nobody can take for us.

Jake spoke outside of.

Court, well, I remember jo Anne getting stabbed at and losing a life, and I remember looking myself in the bathroom, fighting for my life, I was fighting for survival.

Really, what he got today is what he deserved.

Bradley also spoke, although it's going to take a very long time, and best believe it's going to be multiple years before any form of healing can start.

But I do at least feel happy now knowing that he will never see the light of day and that the likelihood is that he's going to die in prison.

The machinery of justice had done what it could.

Brian would likely spend the rest of his life in prison.

But justice, even when served, can't resurrect the debt.

It can't erase trauma or restore what was destroyed.

It can only acknowledge harm and impose consequences.

Both Joe Piers and in Tiina Grant would remain dead.

Jack Braun would carry the physical and psychological scores of his father's violence for the rest of his life.

Bradley latter would continue having nightmares, would continue living in a world without the woman he loved.

Tilly would live out the remaining years with whatever trauma dogs carry from violence they can't comprehend.

And every Christmas when lights went up and Carol's played and families gathered, there would still be empty chairs at tables.

Well that is it for this episode of Morbidology.

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