Michael Adamson
Don’t you just hate it when, after you go through all the effort to kill your wife and bury her body, your own damn dog digs up the corpse? Michael Adamson knows what that’s like.
And it got worse for Michael Adamson because after the dog dug her up, he proudly brought Michael a souvenir of his adventure — Delphine Adamson’s hand. And don’t you know Michael Adamson had a visitor when this grisly presentation was made.
I can only imagine the conversation between the two men after that.
“Uh, Michael? Uh, what’s that your dog’s carrying in his mouth? … Is that a … a HAND? … Uh, gotta go. Bye.”
And then after that Michael Adamson’s life kinda sorta went down the crapper. Investigators arrived at the tiny primitive cabin in the bush outside Chelmsford, Ontario and very quickly uncovered the remaining remains of Delphine Adamson. She was a mere 50 metres from the cabin, placed in a shallow grave. Seems like Michael Adamson didn’t really put all that much effort into the body disposal portion of the murder. Lazy bastard.
Delphine and Michael Adamson had only been married a few months. Wedded bliss wasn’t so blissful, I guess. Some might think they had little in common, what with the 39-year gap in their ages. Delphine was 62 when she was murdered, and her murderer was all of 23.
Now I’m an older broad, and I can tell you readers that lots of older broads are HOT (not me unhappily) so don’t judge! Delphine’s mistake was not in marrying a much younger man but rather in marrying a lazy, greedy, homicidal bastard.
Delphine was the mother of ten, and a grandmother several times over. She’d packed a lot of life into the life she led before she met Michael. She was well loved and is much missed by her friends and family.
Michael Adamson’s life before Delphine wasn’t so great. He started boozing at age 12 and doing drugs by 15. And in 1997 he was convicted of using a firearm during a robbery and spent 25 months in the penitentiary. Just the sort of person you’d want your mom to marry — not! No, I have to think that this odd couple was a truly odd coupling.
According to Michael Adamson, he and Delphine shared a love of nature and the woods. (And presumably each other?) It was Delphine who popped the question and they married on September 14, 2000.
The newlyweds lived in a basement apartment in Sudbury, and often headed out to the tiny cabin in the woods to commune with the nature they loved.
According to Michael Adamson, Delphine didn’t want him to work. Riiiight. She wanted them both to live off of her teeny tiny income and his social assistance. Riiiight. But then money problems surfaced and the tiny income became a big issue. I’m thinking he was just a lazy, greedy bastard.
Michael Adamson had to find a way to get his hands Delphine’s income without having to share it with Delphine, and he found his answer at the cabin.
On January 29, 2001 (that’s after an entire four months of marriage) Michael Adamson bludgeoned his elderly bride to death with an axe. And since she loved nature so much, her murderer thoughtfully arranged for her to become one with the landscape.
Only he didn’t dig a hole deep enough or far enough away from the cabin because he was a lazy bastard!
And so Michael was so remorseful and grief stricken that he carried on with his life, driving Delphine’s truck and spending Delphine’s money, hanging out at the cabin/murder scene with the dog.
And when anyone asked about Delphine, he lied. When her worried family asked about her, he lied. When the police asked about his missing wife, he lied. Delphine Adamson had previously gone walkabout for three days and returned under her own steam, so that’s what she was doing this time, according to her husband.
Despite suspicions, nothing could be proven until May 1st, 2001 when his husky became a retriever and brought Delphine’s hand back to Michael and friend.
Michael Adamson was charged with 1st degree murder.
Defense counsel Donald Plaunt told the court he pleaded with his client to plead not guilty as there were many “triable” issues, but Michael Adamson was “awash in anguish over the events” and wouldn’t heed his advice “and wanted to come out in the open and accept responsibility” for his actions.
Michael Adamson pleaded guilty to 2nd degree murder.
Assistant Crown attorney Alex Kurke said Adamson’s murder was not only brutally violent, but she left behind so many loved ones who were left with feelings of anger, bitterness and frustration at not having a chance to say goodbye. Too true.
Justice Ian Gordon awarded Michael Adamson a life sentence with no chance of parole for ten years. And that, dear readers, is THIS YEAR. The killer’s previous conviction for the armed robbery will make it somewhat unlikely he’ll get parole as soon as that. Good!
I, for one, am hoping that this lazy, greedy, murdering asshole will continue to rot in prison until he finds himself rotting in hell. And I pray that if Michael Adamson gets out, he won’t find another woman willing to become his bride. He’s shown himself much too willing to make that “til death do us part” part happen if and when it suits him.
For a good writeup about Delphine and her family’s grief and sorrow click here.
Does Michael Adamson deserve hell?
- Yes, he should burn, burn, burn. (97%, 278 Votes)
- No, Delphine was too old for him anyway. (3%, 10 Votes)
Total Voters: 288
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I just wish she could have saw that he was probably using her from the beginning. Life but eligible after 10 years….that isn’t justice!! This shit pisses me off so bad!!
“Justice” in Canada is not justice if you want my opinion. Just look up Guy Turcotte if you want another great example. I’m ashamed to be Canadian.
Oh man, I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to witness that dog trotting up to those two men with a hand in it’s mouth. What in the hell can you say? Did the second guy call the police right away, or did he sit around in his own cabin thinking about that hand for a while?
It’s my understanding that the visitor wisely left the scene and called police without delay. I could not find out who wound up with the dog after Michael was arrested.
And I thought it was bad when the cat dragged dead mice into the house….how about a human hand instead…..
The dog is prob working with the Mounties now…he did what no one else cared to do, he sniffed around a bit!
I think maybe his visitor might be one very lucky person. Lucky that maybe since the dog trotting up with a hand threw this murderer for a loop probably and he didn’t have time to think to get rid of his witness to the retrieving of the hand. As I was reading the article, my first thought, after reading that he had a visitor who saw the dog with the hand, was, “OMG, I bet he killed the guy so he couldn’t tell anyone what he’d seen.”
There are times when the shock of a situation is a good thing, I think. I know the guy was probably thanking his lucky stars that he got away from there, considering what could’ve happened if the killer had not been so slow-thinking along with his greediness.
You know what? This site scares me—a lot.
There is a profundity of DUMB criminals written about here; e.g. They got caught.
These -er- people (ahem!) are clearly on the low side of the average intelligence bar. Many of us would never do the things that got these criminals caught. What frightens me is the unknowable part: how many criminals are there, really, on the other side of the intelligence bar? You know, the ones not caught, or ( shall I say it?) not suspected? And if they are out and about, are they in the same places we are? At the same times?
Yup, and they’re judges and teachers and doctors and lawyers and bankers. What scares me is news that people with high IQs are being barred from being hired as cops. If we have any hope of catching these smart criminals, we need ultra-smart investigators!
Smart and willing to think like perverts while going home every night to their families with icky stuff stuck on the insides of their skulls.
Hard to do…
Agreed James…being a cop is not a job that just anybody can do, they see people at their worst all the time, and this affects the mind. Soon you will hate the public all the time if not qualified. Ever ask a cop for help or directions and s/he yells at you? That person is not qualified and needs counseling or more professional training. Most of the bad cops are the political appointed ones, their daddy knows someone…bla, bla, bla. And not really qualified.
A for this case…LMFAO. The crown jewel would be a pic of Michael’s face when his dog brought the hand to him, in front of his friend. I’m thinking the dog senses something was wrong from the people coming around looking for this woman and prob expected a reward for finding her.
Dog: “Look. I found her!”, with his tail wagging excitedly from side to side.
As to the shallow grave…not lazy but stupid. There is something called a frost line during the winter in northern climates, and it can be as deep as 4 feet in many locations. This means the earth is frozen solid from the surface down to the bottom of the frost line. Being located in Canada and in January, the dead of winter…I’m guessing the frost line was at least 4 feet deep. This guy prob dug and picked all day and only ended up with a grave a foot and a half deep. Prob thought he would be fine until spring because of the rural location, where he would than dig a deeper grave…but did not count on his best friend digging her up. The fact is, the coyotes and other varmints would have dug her up as well and dragged her remains all over the place…he would have gotten caught before spring no matter what.
Lesson learned…don’t kill anyone in the wintertime unless you have access to a backhole.
LOL. Something I’ve known before but didn’t make the connection. When the Soviets learned not to bury their dead until Spring, bodies were kept on slabs or in boxes until the ground was ready. Burial too soon and in coffins, the tundra spit everything out after awhile.
So think of a better hiding place aside from burial. Or plan ahead, then decide you can’t do it–’cause you’re not smart enough!
Money can’t buy you love, but it sure can buy you trouble, while you wait.
So how many slightly more ambitious people have dug deeper holes further out and are still getting away wit their crimes????
I am sure that this POS will be ambitious enough to get to the welfare office – or what other forms of “assistance” Canada offers.
A lot happens in 10 years, but obviously not enough to this POS!
dog says:” remember the other morning when you whipped me for the accident I had, because you were too lazy to haul yer azz out of bed to take me out? Well splain this to your buddy, Lucy..”
I can’t say I’m surprised Michael Adamson turned out the way he did. As a child he was always in trouble, often assaulting people mostly girls and in more ways than one. He is one sick individual.
Tiffany,
I don’t remember Mike assaulting anyone. Did he assault you? “Tiffany” is a rare name, here in Mike’s hometown.
I remember he started smoking around 6th or 7th grade. It was a cry for attention. He would burn cigarette holes into his hat.
Mike, at one point, thought he had found the perfect woman. She was a year or two older than we were. It was a crush. I thought of her name earlier, but I’m drawing a blank now.
Mike didn’t have a very nice family life. His own mother was incredibly abusive to him. Mike needed so much more than he was given. I was surprised to hear of the murder, certainly, but maybe not as shocked as most to learn that it was an older woman.
There were very few people in the world that made Mike feel like more than a piece of shit. I’m glad I can say I was one of them.
you can call a duck a pheasant all you want. but if it walks like a piece of shit, and it talks like a piece of shit and it murders it’s wife and buries said wife in the backyard like a piece of shit, I’m pretty sure that make him a piece of shit
Good for the dog, I say. Seriously.
Ha exactly what I was thinking! :P
Its that all you get now 10 years for murdering someone for their money and lying about where they are ten years. And then we wonder why crime statistics are thru the roof, thats your answer why.
I am not the Delphinicidal Michael Adamson, but the way this article repeats my name, as if to conjure a Satanic sociopath so known, made me want to comment. I was also wondering if I could get a mug or T-Shirt from the site?
When i saw comment from you i actually thought you were the real deal and was wondering how the hell you got out of jail to comment, then re read it and realised its late and my eyes are blurred.
I live in england thats why its late to me
Now, I knew Michael back in college, and if you ask me, it was all that partying, excessive drugs, and his obsessively promiscuous life style. At some point his reason failed, and he would struggle to contain his cravings at the mere sight of a sagging mammary. Once he went on a panty raid at a near-by convalescent center. Then there was the frontal lobotomy — he grew fat and docile, barely energetic enough to lift a coke spoon, or roll a duber. Finally, he just faded into the woodwork and I never saw or heard from him until I read this article.
You are lying. You have never known the Michael Adamson featured in this article.