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We have a weird...

...described by one investigator as reminiscent of a weird religion.

The disposal part of most true crime stories can, more often than not, be the most gruesome part of the tale.

People will go to great lengths to make sure that the bodies of their victims

are never found. On July 24th, 1909, a man was born who would earn his moniker, not by the way he

killed, but by the way he chose to dispose of his victim's bodies. So, if you like your coffee hot,

but your bones chilled, sit back and start your day

with a morning cup of murder. John George Haig was born on July 24, 1909, in Stanford, Lincolnshire,

and grew up in a village called Outwood, to deeply religious parents belonging to a religious sect known as the Plymouth Brethren.

Bible stories were the only form of entertainment, the children were forbidden from participating in sports of any kind,

and the world outside of the Haig family was viewed as an evil they had to avoid.

John, as a result of his parents' belief,

suffered from reoccurring religious nightmares. Despite this, he won a scholarship to Wakefield

Cathedral and became a choir boy in the school. He became an apprentice at a firm of motor

engineers and later took jobs in insurance and advertising. But by just 21 years old, the former choir boy was fired after he was suspected from stealing from the cash box.

A few years later, he had a short-lived marriage, and shortly thereafter, was arrested and jailed for fraud.

While in prison, his wife gave birth to a baby girl who she promptly put up for adoption

and left the marriage. His conservative family disowned him for the whole debacle. By 1936,

John was in London and became a chauffeur to a wealthy man named William McSwan. The two men grew

very close and even William's parents liked his

new employee. When he left that job, he started a fraudulent solicitor's business and began

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