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Bear euthanized after eating Canadian murderer

VANCOUVER, British Columbia — Canadian conservation officers have euthanized a black bear that ate the remains of a convicted murderer.
British Columbia Environment Minister Terry Lake said Monday the bear's description matched that of one seen guarding a cache that contained the remains of Rory Wagner, 54. Examinations of fur at the scene as well as teeth and claw marks confirmed the bear that was euthanized is the one that ate the remains.
Lake said the animal was put down because bears remember food sources.
Officials suspect the bear pulled Wagner's body from his car after he died on a remote logging road.

Well, there you are!  The poor bear got killed for bad taste.  

What if PETA (People Eating Tame Animals) hears about this?  The woods in Canada will be filled with people taking off their clothes to demonstrate that bears are naked:  something like that.  I have never worked my way past the pictures to the logic.  

I searched online, but I cannot find any pictures of Mr. Wagner.  But I will bet that he was losing his hair, and that God sent that bear.  God sends bears, you know.  I explained all of that in an earlier post ("God Sends Bears", June 3).  

It seems like a dirty trick.  God sent a bear with a taste for murderers, and the Canadian Conservation Officers "euthanized" the poor critter.  Maybe it was because the bear entered the car forcibly.  Breaking and Entering.  

I assume the Officers were afraid the bear might settle down in a rougher part of town, and get fat.  


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