Foxfire says fuck them cops.

When my great great aunt died, A, my grandmother, her ostensible caretaker, was left with a few pieces of furniture and some jewelry in the will. Well, Edward, her son, A's cousin (she helped raise him), decided he wanted that stuff. Demanded it, A refused, because it was the wish of her beloved (genuinely beloved) aunt, and in her will. Courts got involved. Well, E worked for Hoover's FBI (had a signed Merry Christmas 1948 photo and everything), and thought that would give him some traction in the RI court system. It...did not. He lost spectacularly in the first two minutes of the case when he told the judge he hadn't visited his mother in five years. A never spoke to him again, the entire extended family (quite extensive) blackballed him, and then A went home to the photo album and burned out all pictures of his face with a cigarette except for one, of him as a child, sitting with her on a fence, it's a gorgeous hand colored photo. She kept it to "remind herself that evil exists." A also forbade anyone in the family from naming their offspring Edward, and that's held.

*Fun side story: I found a footlocker full of photos my grandfather and great uncle's service in WWII. At the bottom was a bag with more photos of this guy nobody recognized, in the Navy, the South Pacific, not ugly by a longshot, but nobody could place him...until we showed it to my mom's elder sister. She pinned him as Edward immediately and suggested we burn the rest of the photos on principle. I didn't, and that's how I ended up with a signed photo of J. Edgar Hoover (who was a bastard and is rotting in Hell).