I am a definite sociopath, I guess. The guy was her sister’s boyfriend whom she had not yet met, as ther sister lived out of town and had not told them anything about the boyfriend. He came to her mom’s funeral out fo respect for the sister, to be at her side. Then he came to her own funeral again out of respect for her memory, which is exactly what the murderous sister had hoped for.
And though this has nothing to do with this story, I always yawn when someone else yawns around me, which is the sign of NOT being a sociopath, so I guess I am safe.