Unlucky in Love
I’d like to imagine that this great-great-grandmother was simply unlucky in love – but something tells me that untoward things were actually going on. How else do you explain someone being widowed eight times and becoming significantly richer with each death? Either she has terrible luck, or maybe she prefers much older guys.

Or she could’ve just murdered them all – yikes! I don’t know what I would do if I found out someone I was related to was actually a serial killer. There are some things that should probably stay as skeletons in the closet, and this secret is up there as being one of them.