“A boy’s best friend is his mother,” said Norman Bates… or perhaps the man who recently ran off with his mother’s corpse.
Said mother died in Malta and was repatriated to the UK, where her son picked up the body in his car and kept her in his rented apartment. The cleaning man no doubt received quite a shock.
After being warned that the body would be confiscated if it weren’t buried, the overzealous Irish gent took a Little Miss Sunshine–esque road trip throughout the English countryside, and he hasn’t been found since.
This report ironically came just days after I sported a Mrs. Bates costume for Halloween, in honor of Psycho’s 60th anniversary. Perhaps this Irishman was inspired by Hitchcock’s masterpiece? For example, is there a perfectly preserved indentation in his bed? Does mother prefer to be displayed in her rocking chair? Is she jealous of blond bombshells?
Hopefully the authorities find this overly–attached son soon. Perhaps they should follow the sound of shrieking violins and two–person monologues.
