You're visiting a maximum security prison for the criminally insane to see your husband. Of course, you had no idea about the killings whatsoever. You picked up the phone and stared at him through the glass.

"Did you sign them?", you asked.

He tilted his head, confused, "Sign what?"

"Don't play dumb. The divorce papers.", you snapped.

"Ah, right."

He reached for something in his back pocket.

Finally, the papers.

Wrong.

Instead, he pulled out two hand knitted, blue and pink onesies. "I heard that you were pregnant. So I made these for you.", he smiled.

WHAT. THE. FVCK.

"I'm going to be the best dad.", he promisingly said.

"The best, you have my word."