You flippered sons of bitches. Don’t think I forgot…
Brittany Murphy died almost four years ago on December 20, 2009 at age 32. Not even five months later, her shady as shit husband Simon Monjack died of the exact same symptoms and everyone just assumed the killer was dead now and justice had been served. Case closed. Except apparently Brittany’s dad has been trying to prove she was murdered, and a new lab report now claims several elements found in rat poison were in her system. The Examiner reports:
Ten (10) of the heavy metals evaluated were detected at levels higher that the WHO [The World Health Organization] high levels. Testing the hair strand sample identified as” back of the head” we have detected ten (10) heavy metals at levels above the WHO high levels recommendation. If we were to eliminate the possibility of a simultaneous accidental heavy metals exposure to the sample donor then the only logical explanation would be an exposure to these metals (toxins) administered by a third party perpetrator with likely criminal intent.
Before I go any further, Brittany Murphy’s mom Sharon got everything and was the only person constantly around Simon and Brittany. Granted, Simon was a con artist who was more than likely working Brittany’s mom, he ended up being the one getting worked when he suddenly died of the exact same pneumonia-like symptoms. It’s pretty fucking clear, so I assume that’s where Brittany’s dad is going with this except, just kidding, the government did it. The government killed Brittany Murphy. Via Hollywood Life:
He said that his daughter was afraid to be in her home because she was under government surveillance who followed her around and tapped into her phone after she publicly backed Julia Davis, a Homeland Security whistleblower.
Julia was working as border control in California when she said she found security flaws that allowed terrorists in to the U.S. When she later exposed these flaws, she said she was branded as a “domestic terrorist.”
Of course, the most amazing part of this story is that for the past two years Brittany’s dad has literally been running around with a tuft of his daughter’s pubic hair – God willing in a locket – trying to solve her murder which is the greatest pitch for a TV show I’ve ever heard in my life. I even have the perfect title: “Merkin, He Wrote.”