Karen Kilgariff

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My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark · MFM Minisode 420 · 27 Jan 2025 podcast

Kind of like those big tins of popcorn that everyone got for Christmas that eventually got emptied out and turned into trash cans. Yeah. Yeah. Well, I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but I was feeling crafty one day and I took the peanuts and started drawing faces on them. It started off as a bit of a joke.

I would carry them around in my bejeweled purse and tell my friends made up stories about the peanut people. Some laughed with me. A lot probably laughed at me. Either way, it was a hit. So I expanded on this idea. Either way, it was a hit. It does not track from what you just said. People are laughing. I think that's like a pure hearted, lovely thing is just like, you know what?

So I expanded on the idea. I created a house for the peanut people. I made walls and floors out of cardboard, painted it, and even created furniture. It was clearly more than a joke to me. I got really into building homes for the peanut people. I did the same thing but with troll dolls. My friend and I were obsessed. We built like elaborate houses for them. That's fun. It became a peanut village.

It probably lasted a year, but the passion for designing buildings never really went away. So here I am, 21 years later, designing buildings at an architecture firm. Wow. What? Amazing. When people ask me what got me interested in architecture, I do not tell them. But I told you, smiley face. Yay. As I found out in 2018 at one of my first internships, the job is like any and can get pretty boring.

So I have always appreciated having you guys in my ear. Stay sexy and throw out your stale peanuts. Kelsey, she, her. Wow.

It's not like nobody had it. It's like nobody gave a shit. You sound stupid when you say that nobody had autism back then.

Whoa.

What a name. Yeah. That was kind of fun to say. It sounded great. That anesthetist, you fucking knocked it out of the park there.

It's a hard one. That's a hard one.

Tell them immediately or it's going to seem like you fucking snitched.

Because, you know, one of those FBI agents were on the take, too, and told them, would have told them that they talked to him. And then they've been like, why didn't you tell us that they talked to you? That's right.

That's so beautiful. Like a beautiful way to raise your daughters to be like, this is what I do. And it's totally normal. And it's just my job. And yeah.

And this is science, which has nothing to do with my morality or whatever the fuck, you know, or my religion. Or anybody else's belief, what part of the Bible they read. I mean, it kind of makes you love the mafia a little more, if anything. I know you love them so much. I really do love them.

Okay, this one is really long. It's my last one. It will probably make you cry. I'm going to guess 75% on Karen crying on this one. Okay, let's see. I'm not going to read you the title. Hey all, this is longish but worth it. It also may make you emote be warned. When my twin sister Ashley and I were 13 years old, she woke me up at 3 a.m.

on Christmas morning, sobbing in my bed, begging me not to die. I vividly remember responding immediately with, Ash, I'm not going to die before you. You're going to die before me. I'm the one who has to figure out how to live without my twin. This was not that abnormal for her to worry about. I come from a very large, close family, and we had a few grandparents die around that time.

Because it was the height of COVID, we were not allowed to see her in the hospital. Even though she was comatose, I still felt connected to her as I always have. She called it twin tuition. Every night for almost a month, I went outside to angrily smoke and yell at her wherever the fuck she was. I was so angry at not being able to be with her because of COVID.

And I was terrified that I would never see her again. I wouldn't get to say goodbye, which didn't seem right considering we came into this world together. I'm already fucking... Getting choked up. I didn't want her to leave the world alone. The entire time she was in a coma, I would yell at her. I would cry at her. I would apologize to her for yelling at her.

I kept telling her, give me one more year. I know it's selfish of me, but I can't do this without you yet. I need one more year. Come on, Ash. I know you can hear me. What's the fucking password? What's the fucking password? When we were kids, we used to always joke about what we would do if one of us was cloned. We were weirdly obsessed with it. I guess being a twin is like a clone.

That's got to be a little jarring.

Yeah. Yeah. That makes sense. How would we know who the real one was versus who the clone was? Her answer was always the same. Just ask me for the password to our bedroom. Because of course we had a secret password to our bedroom that only we knew. We had way too many siblings we couldn't trust with our Nintendo DES. At 1109 a.m. on a Wednesday in December 2020, my phone rang.

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