I had the poster, Skip.
There was an old man I knew who was reputed to have killed his young wife and lover. He had a store near our farm. He was always threatening to feed me to the 50 or so hogs he raised.
A few years later a guy was trying to catch a ride along that stretch of road. He spotted something that looked like the top of a human skull. Damned if it wasn't what was left of the lover who'd been missing longer than I'd been alive. The old man had killed both his cheating wife and her lover and fed them to his hogs. As my Grandpa always told me, "Never f*#k with a man who raises hogs." They searched both his main hog pens and never found a trace of the wife. The old man was dead when the skull parts were found.