Friday, April 23, 2010

Suicide

My neighbor committed suicide. I met him twice. He was very eager and helpful, but his cordiality seemed strained, painful. It gave me the willies and I didn't pursue his company after that. The other day I smelled him rotting from the back stairs. I thought, damn rats. It didn't occur to me when, today at noon I left again by the back stairs and a small army of men wearing disposable overalls and gas masks were cleaning out his apartment. They were throwing out the most amazing things- a flat screen tv, a fancy bike. After a worried call to my landlady I heard the story - he had died days, maybe weeks ago. His parents were in Texas, and they didn't want his things except for a few small items. I ended up profiting handsomely from his demise. It didn't sink in until now-- it still hasn't quite sunk in. I found a package on the front steps for him. I looked up the name of the sender on the internet, but didn't call. Not yet. What if I, a stranger to the deceased, was the first one to break his death to the sender of that package, who might be a friend? Or worse, what if he's not a friend? Why did the dead man rot before anyone noticed he was gone? How long does it take for a body to stink? Where were his parents, and why didn't they want his things?

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