Everyone deals with grief differently. Some people's way of dealing with it, however, is just plain crazy.
Take 91-year-old Jean Stevens. Please. Right to the rest home in the country where she can sit in her white wicker rocking chair and talk to the flowers.
That sweet little old lady pictured above somehow decided after her husband died in 1999 and her twin passed in 2009 that their bodies should be dug up and that she should keep their rotting corpses.
She dressed her husband in a nice suit and propped him on a couch in the garage. Her sister got to sit on the couch in the spare bedroom. I guess we can tell who she liked better or who smelled less.
She suspects one of her husband's relatives called the cops on her. "I think that is dirty, rotten," she said.
Whoa there, grandma. Easy does it.
She also observed that "Death is very hard for me to take." Oh really? Who'd have guessed?
What I want to know is who dug up the bodies for her? Did someone think she was the Medical Examiner? She must have had help with the corpses or is she a lot stronger and less frail than she looks?
The cops are considering what to charge her with, if anything. They acknowledge it's a bizarre case even for the backwoods of Pennsyltucky.
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