Edna Prygyz was born in 1908 and was survived by nine children, fourteen grandchildren, nineteen great-grandchildren, and one great-great-granddaughter.
She was horribly afraid of flying and it was likely that her death was painless, because she self-medicated heavily using a concoction of Valium, Thorazine, and Scotch, which typically resulted in Edna’s unconsciousness throughout her entire flight. It is foreseeable that she slept through the hijacking and the resulting crash.
Edna was traveling to San Francisco to visit her 88-year old boyfriend, Walter Flehm. According to the video of her funeral that I found on her gay grandson Kervin’s blog, Walter truly loved Edna and she was the best thing to happen to him after his wife Dot passed away in 1994. Unfortunately, from what I can tell, Walter was the only one who loved her. Here’s a quote from Kervin’s blog from September 11, 2006: “Today is the fifth anniversary of Nana’s death, and I will be celebrating once again by getting drunk on Hypnotiq and then going home and fucking Armando. Fuck you, Nana.”
It seems like Edna was a twisted, dark woman who delighted in mentally and emotionally torturing her children and her entire extended family. I was able to find stories that ranged from running over the dog that dug up her garden to trying to burn a tattoo off of one of her great-granddaughters with an iron. Kervin’s blog is replete with stories of her bitterness, bigotry, and pure unadulterated hatred.
In trying to write something about Edna so that people can remember her, I’m reminded of the adage that if you can’t say something nice, you shouldn’t say anything at all. There’s also “Don’t speak ill of the dead”. But, really? I mean, by all accounts, this was a vile, vicious harridan who has never been anything other than spiteful and miserable her entire life.
From the video of her funeral, it was obvious how disliked she was. The media outnumbered the actual guests 2:1, and even the officiant seemed to have difficulty thinking of neutral wording to talk about how universally disliked Edna Prygyz really was.
September 11th, 2001, may have had a lot of tragedy, but I think it’s safe to say that we should all be glad that Muslim extremists flew Edna into the World Trade Center that fateful morning. For once, the world was better off without such a dark soul. I hope you rot in hell, Edna Prygyz.