Bruce Pardo, an unemployed software engineer going through a particularly difficult divorce, believed he had every item planned for his grotesque revenge upon the family of the woman who had destroyed his life. He had the weaponry, two revolvers and a spare two hundred rounds of ammo in his rental car when that ran out, a giant pressurized CO2 canister of high-octane racing fuel disguised as a Christmas present to act as an accelerant to burn his in-laws house in Covina down, and for his clever getaway $17,000 strapped to the inside of his Santa suit with an early morning ticket to high-tail it out of LAX for Canada. Few mass murders in recent memory were so intelligently plotted. And Bruce Jeffery Pardo, though he lacked the Masters degree from the University of Southern California that he had boasted of on his ITT Technology application, nevertheless possessed the cleverness of the main protagonist in Edgar Allen Poe's The Pit and The Pendulum. It would have all worked if not for the goddamn Santa suit melting into his skin. After a real-life reenactment of the most gory R-Rated Hollywood horror script, Pardo walked through the sea of dead relatives spraying the contents of high octane racing fuel throughout the home. But in life, even an evil one who's soul is as dark as Satan, there are those unexpected moments, those unscheduled little screw-ups that mess up the best laid plans. Surely a brilliant mind such as Bruce Pardo must have known the magic triangle of combustion is fuel heat and oxygen. As he set upon supplying the fuel for the fire something- presumably a Christmas candle- sent a spark that ignited the entire kitandkibuddle affair into a towering inferno along with Bruce in his huge fluffy red Santa suit, conbustable and tailor made for fire! Soon the flames melted the sleeves of the Santa suit into his arms resulting in third degree burns, but more importantly they also seared the flammable jolly red outfit into his legs where the $17,000 were strapped. Acting through pain on pure adrenaline, Bruce drove from Covina to his brother's house in Sylmar. In one of his last acts on this Earth, Pardo took off the tattered remnants of his now much despised Santa suit and placed them in his rental car with a trip-wire leading to the ammo. He then broke into his brother's house and blew his brains out. The best laid plans... This morning the Los Angeles times contained this story: Secret child had divided Christmas Eve massacre gunman, wife - Los Angeles Times KABC-7 on the other hand sent reporter Melissa McBride to the costume store to interview the woman who made the evil Santa suit. The woman was sure Bruce Jeffrey Pardo was up to no good because" the suit was way too big on him."