William Bradford Bishop was a lucky man. He had a beautiful wife, Annette, and three wonderful sons- William, Brenton and Geoffrey. And, if that wasn't enough, Mr. Bishop was expecting a promotion. However, on March 1, 1976, Bishop learned that he had, in fact, been passed over for that highly anticipated promotion. And sometimes- well, some people just can't handle rejection. Most guys would, i don't know, go to a bar and drink until they passed out and had to be taken home in a police car, but not William Bishop. No, instead, he went out and bought himself a hammer. Can you see where this is going? I can. Because, when he got home that night, he bludgeoned his wife to death with a hammer. his mother had just returned from walking the dog- he killed her, too. And then he went upstairs, to where his three sons lay asleep in their beds. He killed them one by one- bashing their heads in while they slept. they never even saw it coming. And then, in the middle of the night, Bishop drove his deceased family out into the woods, burned their bodies and then vanished forever.