Though my main goal in genealogy is to discover and follow in as much detail as possible the migration routes that my ancestors took to get me to where I am presently located at, I am still interested in any type of information that pertains to them. I suppose, at least in my case, this would include not only the good information but the bad or sordid. Last week I found such a piece of sordid information. I discovered that one of my eighth g-grandfathers from Norway was convicted of drowing his wife in 1681. He died the following year in prison.