Posted on 10/16/2014 1:45:30 PM PDT by Citizen Zed
An Australian chef who killed himself after cutting up his transgender wife and boiling her body parts in a pot was memorialized in a funeral to the song "Killer Queen."
Around 250 family and friends said their goodbyes to Marcus Volke as rock songs like "Wish You Were Here" by Pink Floyd played Thursday afternoon in Ballarat, Australia, according to the Herald Sun.
Tearful mourners reportedly described 28-year-old Volke as "loving, loyal and caring" without mentioning the murder of his partner, Mayang Prasetyo, according to the Melbourne news outlet.
Volke killed 27-year-old Prasetyo in their Brisbane apartment last week in what was most likely a domestic dispute gone awry, homicide detective Sergeant Tom Armitt told the Brisbane Times.
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That’s a he.
“One of these days I’m going to cut you into little pieces.”
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I may be missing your sarcasm, but you do realize that ‘she’ is a he, right? That’s part of the story, The male chef had a male ‘wife’ who was presenting as a ‘transgendered woman.’
My screen is all blurrrrrry.
“Where’s Laz?”
THAT’s the winner!
They are mourning the chef??
Yes, you missed my sarcasm, but I’m also not sure what gender the deceased was. Apparently, she/he had yet to have a full-scale sex-change operation. From the pictures, though, I assume that she/he was on female hormones.
Too much cleavage for a guy.
I thought transgender fats were banned in Australia!
Once in the Navy, I was up around Via Roma on Shore Patrol in Naples. That area was off limits, so we had to patrol it looking for sailors.
It was me and a 1st Class named Cook (from somewhere around Tennesee or West Virginia I think) who had the nickname “Cookieman” (Who also happened to be my boss and probably 20 years my senior) got chased by an irate transvestite with a knife!
As we walked along, this transvestite comes at us, wearing some black plastic raincoat (guy looked a bit like Alice Cooper!) He is brandishing a knife, waving it in the air, yelling as he staggered towards us.
I just stood there with my mouth open, and as I looked at Cookieman, he just turned about and ran, so I turned and ran too. I have no idea what it was pissed off about, but it was screaming something at us in Italian. So we ran for a block or two laughing as we ran, then stopped to catch our breath.
While we were standing there, Cookieman had his hands on his knees, panting, and looked at me with a big grin and said “She looked like Grandma but talked like Grandpa...”
I laugh at that to this day...
A. Stu.
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