Official Details

Date of Death: January 8th, 1988

Chipboard poem

She’s the host of a most murderous party
Where every guest must fall.
She asks that you come early, don’t be tardy
Laugh, drink, die! Have a ball.

Death Certificate

After all her guests lie quite dead
Little Betsy was feeling so fine.
Until one by one they arose
On a feast of her flesh they did dine.