Woman cremates dead son who wasn't dead son
Last month, Gina Partington of Manchester, England reported that her 37-year-old son Thomas Dennison had gone missing. A few days later, police found a dead body that Partington positively identified as her son. She had Thomas's remains cremated. The weird thing is that the body wasn't actually her son. Thomas had been found very much alive a few days before in a nearby town. From Reuters:
The case has been referred to the Independent Police Complaints Commission to discover why Partington was not told of her son's discovery in the days before she attended the cremation...Link (Thanks, Lindsay Tiemeyer!)
Police said in a statement: "This set of circumstances is clearly distressing and urgent inquiries are ongoing to establish how this happened."
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I call time travel!
bonus for the woman who thought she lost her son!
This reminds me of a true story where two girls who were best friends and looked a lot alike were in a car crash, one was killed and the other horribly injured. weeks later i think, she started coming out of the coma and they realized that the thought the wrong girls survived. One family buried a girl that wasn't theirs and another family was at the beside for weeks of someone they weren't related to.
I think that was an episode of House.
I second that Biznatch. Not to say that writers don't take parts of real stories to make their own. I've also seen this kind of thing on NCIS, and Bones...
heres the relevant article. took a few minutes of searching my memory and picking the right google keywords.
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/06/03/us/03mixup.html
"Woman cremates dead son who wasn't dead son"
Wow, wasn't dead son, not wasn't dead son... I though that she creamated alive son!
Terrible thing - will pray for them. I wonder who the cremated guy was?
jackattaway2, can you find time to pray when you're busy spamming with bittorrent links?
Yeah--good thing the mistake was as to identity and not whether or not the crematee was breathing..
Big deal. That happened to me once. I don't go around braggin' about it.
Extradimensional doppelganger, probably. Still not as bad as having an alternate-universe self take out credit cards in your name--dashed hard to prove. Buy me a pint, I'll tell you all about it.
I 'spect some Kenny and Sante Kimes-style chicanery, where one or both of them deceased the supposed dead son, she reports him missing, IDs the corpse positively, has the body destroyed to erase the evidence, and then LEAPIN' LAZARUS! The son pulls a "I go away to Cancun for the weekend and what happens?" routine. Someone call Grissom. Or Batman. Either will do.
I'm also not dead, so I'm really getting a kick out of these replies.