I'm on the lookout for constant threats
I was just reading a book wherein a woman died. She was the neighbor of the protagonist, and would pop in and out of the story. Basically, she just kept saying that she was trying to complete her memoirs. And then the main character and his wife noticed a weird smell in the hallway of their apartment.
Now that I live alone, one of my biggest fears is dying in my apartment. Nobody would know. My body would just rot in my poop and urine for days. They would only discover my body after like a week. Even then, I sometimes wonder. There are some REAL funky smells in our hallway sometime, so maybe it would take longer than a week.
This also leads to another potential problem. What happens if I die in a compromising position? I wouldn't want anyone to discover a rotting corpse, frozen in the act of masturbating to the cover of "30 Minute Meals." Was he jerking it to the delicious cassarole on the cover or the picture of Rachel Ray?
Maybe I should just live with a necrophiliac, so I know my body will be put to good use when I'm gone.
Now that I live alone, one of my biggest fears is dying in my apartment. Nobody would know. My body would just rot in my poop and urine for days. They would only discover my body after like a week. Even then, I sometimes wonder. There are some REAL funky smells in our hallway sometime, so maybe it would take longer than a week.
This also leads to another potential problem. What happens if I die in a compromising position? I wouldn't want anyone to discover a rotting corpse, frozen in the act of masturbating to the cover of "30 Minute Meals." Was he jerking it to the delicious cassarole on the cover or the picture of Rachel Ray?
Maybe I should just live with a necrophiliac, so I know my body will be put to good use when I'm gone.