Death
On June 25, 2007 Benoit, her husband Chris, and their son Daniel were found dead in their home in suburban Atlanta at around 2:30 p.m. It first was reported by their WWE Mobile Alerts service and posted to their official Web site soon after.
Lieutenant Tommy Pope of the Fayette County Sheriff's Department reported to ABC News that it was being investigated as a double murder-suicide, and the police were not searching for any suspects outside of the house, as the instruments of death were located at the scene of the crime. The same day, Detective Bo Turner of the Fayette County Sheriff's Department told television station WAGA-TV that the case was being treated as a murder-suicide.
During a press conference on June 26, Fayette County District Attorney Scott Ballard reported that Chris Benoit had killed his wife and son. A Bible was left by Nancy Benoit's body, and she died of asphyxiation. She had bruises on her back and stomach consistent with an attacker pressing a knee into the back while pulling on a cord around the neck. While there were no signs of restraint on his son, he also died of asphyxiation. He had internal injuries to the throat area, but showed no bruises, indicating he may have been locked in the crook of his attackers's arm. It is reported that his wife died on Friday, his son died on Saturday, and Benoit later hanged himself with the cord of a weight machine in his basement on early Sunday morning; he also died by asphyxiation.
A memorial for Nancy and her son took place in Daytona Beach, Florida, on July 14, 2007. Both Nancy and her son Daniel were cremated with their ashes placed in starfish-shaped urns, before being passed on to Nancy's family. Benoit himself was also cremated, but what was done with his ashes is not public knowledge.
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