Three days later, he was found dead in a lake near Munich.

It was immediately obvious to everyone with common sense that the shenanigan quantity of the situation blatantly exceeded the recommended limits. The water in the lake was hardly waist deep, and Ludwig had been an excellent swimmer. Also, there was the small matter of the other dead dude beside him; it was the king's physician, Dr. Gudden, whose corpse had marks and bruises that seemed a whole lot like someone had strangled him. Ludwig's remains, on the other hand, seemed completely untouched.

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For whatever reason.

So the officials pondered the situation for a while, then shrugged and listed the cause of death as drowning, because what the hell else are you going to do with a dead 19th-century ex-king? Carry out a proper investigation or something?

There was just one minor hiccup: Ludwig II had no water in his lungs at all. The king and the doctor had also forbidden Ludwig's aides from following them as they wandered off to do whatever it is that got them killed. Furthermore, Ludwig had gone on record several times stating that he wished to become an eternal enigma to both himself and others.

Aaand that's pretty much what we've got. Oh, there are tons of legends and theories -- head to the comment section and chances are you'll find at least half a dozen. Some say it was an elaborate suicide, created solely to fuck with the world that had stripped Ludwig of his power (presumably, the good doctor would have assisted with the suicide and got promptly strangled by the dying king for his troubles). There's another faction that insists the king was attempting to escape his handlers with help of loyalists and got murdered during the attempt, which would also make sense but doesn't answer certain fairly important questions, such as how? And by whom?

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"Mermaid babies got 'em. Case closed!"

Pauli's Favorite Theory:

Dude was shot, presumably by the orders of the people who removed him from power. Yep, despite zero tangible evidence pointing toward gunfire of any kind. Back in 2007, a 60-year-old German man came forward with the story that 50 years ago he and his mother met one Countess Josephine von Wrba-Kaunitz, who over coffee and cakes decided to show her assorted guests her most prized possession: the coat Ludwig was wearing when he died.

A coat with two distinct bullet holes in the back.

Now, it just so happens that the coat has since been lost in a fire, and unless the authorities decide to exhume a king's body over some random dude's 50-year-old story, there is a giant cloud of eau du bullshit wafting around this particular theory. It's just that I can't help thinking: Which story sounds more likely -- that literally the most famous person in the country at the time managed to off himself in a way that no one was able to figure out? Or that he was unceremoniously assassinated and the coroner took care not to notice the bullet holes because it's generally not a good idea to piss off powerful people who just killed a fucking king?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Here is the rest of the story, which is pretty much all we have beyond those few lines of nasty fact: witchcraft witchcraft witchcraft aaaargh!!!

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"Aaaaargh! Wait, shit, you're talking about me?"

No, seriously. Plenty of people are certain that Walton's murder was a ritual sacrifice, and witches and general sorcery were intimately involved in the proceedings. Who precisely was the witch in this story and why the murder took place have as many answers as there are assholes, though. The most popular theory suggests that Walton himself was dabbling in witchcraft (it's an equal-opportunity business), because of his general eccentricity, keen eye for natural phenomena, and a way with animals, none of which could in any way have been direct results of 74 freaking years living on the countryside. This would have meant that his killer was acting out of desperation; this particular method of mayhem was supposedly a ritual that was meant to kill the witch who had cursed someone and thus remove the curse. Or maybe it was the other way around, and some occultist had killed him to gain his powers or whatever.

Oh, and then there's the theory about vengeful ghosts. Let's not forget the theory about vengeful ghosts. Apparently, an investigation turned up a secret sorcery book that revealed that 60 years earlier a boy called Charles Walton had seen ghosts and experienced various horrors in the same area after being plagued by demon dogs and foreboding spirits. Does ... does this mean Walton II was killed by Walton I's ghost? Were they the same person? If so, are there some strange third-party ghosts involved? How does the hell dog factor in? Can it hold a pitchfork?

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Verdict: a resounding yes.

Whatever the true reason may be (the Devil? Legend says it had been roaming the hill in the past), the murder remains unsolved. And, presumably, by now you can ask about it a hundred nights in a row at the local pub and walk out with 200 different answers to the mystery.

Pauli's Favorite Theory:

Vengeful ghosts. Yeah, let's go with vengeful ghosts. With a case like this, that's actually the least insane explanation.

Well, that, or it might just have been Walton's employer, who had been boozing up at the local pub and was incidentally the last man to see the victim alive. But that would be just crazy.

And that's just the start of the creepiness surrounding Jack The Stripper. The police kept uncovering creepier and creepier things about the dude, as some of the victims were found partially mummified, having died in strange, submissive positions. The fact that many of the victims had their teeth removed even led some investigators to suggest that he not so much strangled them to death as he suffocated them. With his actual freaking dong. Feel free to imagine the logistics of that shit, because I sure as hell am not going to describe them.

And then the killings stopped. Just. Like. That. The Stripper was never apprehended, which of course means that oh shit he's standing behind you right now and he's not wearing any pants.

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Luckily, you have your favorite sausage cutting knife at hand.

Well, that, or the fact that one of the several suspects the police were reportedly closing in on started to feel the pressure and decided to call it quits/kill himself, depending on who was the culprit. Whatever the truth may be, chances are we'll never uncover it and Jack The Stripper will go the way of the Zodiac Killer.

Pauli's Favorite Theory:

The actual Jack The Ripper (who, as every tin-foil-hatted conspiracy nut knows, was actually an immortal Illuminati agent or some shit) was trying to stage a comeback but became too embarrassed to continue his crimes when he found out what people were calling him.

And they all failed. Here's why:

First of all, the victim was apparently totally cool with his impeding demise. Bravo remained completely calm and civil throughout what by all logic should have been a terrifying death struggle, far beyond your average British stiff upper lip. What's more, he clearly had some idea about who might have poisoned him, yet he completely refused to give any information on potential suspects, despite his rather ... pressing situation. Science would later find out that his cool head and "snitches get stitches" attitude were just symptoms caused by the poison, but at the time, it created massive confusion and led the investigators to believe that Bravo had merely committed the creepiest fucking suicide in history.

By the time the word "murder" entered the equation, investigators had little to go on, which, compared with the high-profile nature of the case, essentially led to a giant, real-life game of Clue. The line of suspects was straight out of a classic murder mystery: There was the victim's beautiful and wealthy wife, Florence, who shunned her husband's violent nature and sexual advances. There was a disgruntled housekeeper Bravo was about to fire. There was even Florence's mysterious former lover, surgeon James Gully, who had incidentally just performed an abortion on Florence (and who was Agatha Christie's favorite horse in the race). My personal favorite is a theory that Bravo might have been actually trying to murder his wife with small, cumulative doses of the poison, then accidentally ingested a ton of it himself because 19th-century barristers were just a bunch of Wile E. Coyotes in disguise.

Despite the huge amount of attention, no culprit was ever caught. The most damning evidence even modern investigators have been able to uncover is that either the maid or Florence (and quite possibly both) likely devoted some time to gleefully ignoring Bravo's moans before sending for help, and couldn't resist throwing tiny wrenches in the works of the investigation every now and then. Still, regardless of what various historians and amateur sleuths say, that's hardly damning evidence, considering that the man was clearly a giant, raging bag of dicks toward them both.

Pauli's Favorite Theory:

It was Colonel Mustard, in the study, with a candlestick. That, uh, was poisoned. Shut up, I suck at Clue.

Pauli's Favorite Theory:

As you can probably guess, this one's not so much about figuring out the culprit; although the murderer was never caught, it was totally one of those hooded guys, right? We know some of them had already become suspicious of her and even fed her false information that she promptly leaked to her government contacts. So, yeah, someone in the organization probably neutralized her as a threat.

What's interesting to me is: How the hell did she allow it to happen? According to her own words, she was well aware that her life was in danger -- a man had tried to stab her three days earlier. Her only reaction to that was to start carrying around an umbrella so she could defend herself with it, which leads me to assume that she either had a Black Widow belt in kick-assery, or the umbrella was one of those secret machine guns the Penguin sometimes uses. Yet she deliberately entered a situation that put her alone (or together with a killer) in an empty metro car ... and allowed herself to be taken by surprise. What the shit?

You know what? Vengeful ghosts. Just saying.

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