Brophy Gets Trophy For How Not To Murder

“How to Murder Your Husband” novelist is accused of accidentally confessing to killing real-life chef husband yet “Murder She Wrote” Jessica Fletcher might have trouble with far-fetched plot line based on prison stooly.

Still, according to Oregon Live, the prosecutor thinks the Oregon romance novelist, Nancy Crampton-Brophy, really was foolish enough to “allegedly … go into detail about the shooting with an inmate she was living with.” We’re to believe the author shot her hubby in the chest, then, back as he rolled on the floor because she needed to collect $1.5 million in life insurance to pay off some looming debts. The stooly, er, cellmate told detectives that the accused seemed embarrassed after yapping away about the down & dirty. She said their relationship became “very awkward” from that point on.

I’ll bet. BTW, the defense attorneys say Ms. Brophy was at a Starbucks when the shooting occurred and was on good terms with the deceased. Maybe, rather than accidentally confessing the crime while in the can to a rabbit ears cellmate, what if the accused’s hubby accidentally shot himself in the chest while cleaning his gun, dropped it, and the damn thing went off a second time as he rolled over? The plot would thicken so’s only a Jessica Fletcher could sort it out?

Davd Soul