Arrr! Scallywag met his doom by a volley o' lead in South Carolina, two times a killer, now a ghost!
2025-03-07
Arrr, matey! A scallywag from South Carolina, who sent a pair of landlubbers to Davy Jones' locker back in 2001, met his fate Friday, bein' served up to a squad o' muskets. Talk about a right peculiar way to shuffle off this mortal coil, eh? Blimey!
Arrr mateys! Gather 'round fer a tale o' grim tidings from the shores of South Carolina! In the year of our Lord 2001, a scallywag named Brad Sigmon took a fearsome swing with a baseball bat, puttin’ an end to the lives of his ex-girlfriend’s mum and dad, all ‘cause she wouldn’t have him back. Fast forward to the eve of his doom, where this old sea dog found himself meetin' his maker, executed by the dreaded firing squad, a method long forgotten in these here waters!As the sun dipped low on the horizon, at the hour o' six bells, Sigmon was blindfolded and strapped to a chair like a ship to its mast, with a target on his chest bein’ the only thing standin’ between him and a quick trip to Davy Jones’ Locker. Three brave prison volunteers stood ready with their rifles, firin’ at the same time, sendin’ him straight to the depths below. Twelve witnesses peered from behind glass, but the executioners remained shrouded in mystery, like ghosts of the deep.
The governor and the attorney general gave the nod, and with that, the dark tradition of the gallows returned to South Carolina. In this year alone, the gallows have claimed five souls already! So raise a tankard to the strange ways of justice, where even the fiercest of buccaneers may meet their end in the most unexpected of fashions!