The ashes of Bonnie Jeaniece Dailey – a woman he affectionately referred to as Niecey because she hated her first name – rested in a tiny brown chest with a silver dogwood branch on it. For three-and-a-half years, they remained on the dresser next to the Dailey’s bed, protected by porcelain pink and white seraphim angels.

Dailey told the Atlanta Journal-Constitution that whoever took the box – likely thinking there was jewelry inside – pushed the angels aside and just kept on moving.

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