Call the cops. When I was a teenager, there was the smell of death all around the house. It got worse over a period of 2-3 weeks. One really hot summer day, I looked up into the window of the house next door, and noticed it was chock-a-block with blow flies! I tought, a cat must've died in the house. So, I get a ladder, open the window, and man, I nearly got knocked off by the stench!
Anyway, brave lad that I was, I climbled inside, and looked around. Nothing but files, millions of bif fat blowfiles....and the terrible stench! Finally I look in the fron bedroom and there's a black, gooey mass on the bed. WTF???? Take another look and there's a hand hanging off the black mass! A very badly decomposed body!!! Just as well I had a hard upbringing or I would've come apart at the seams. Ran out the front door, and told mum, who called the police. Turned out that it was our neighbour's boarder.
When the cops and the coroner arrived they had to remove the body. When they tried to load in on the gourney, it exploded from att the built up gasses and covered the room and evryting in it including the cops with black decomposed liquified flesh - and maggots that would've numbered in the trillions!!
I really felt sorry for the cops. They were fresh out of Police College. They were vomiting though their handkerchiefs!! It was deemed such a health hazard that everything had to be burned. An autopsey couldn't be performed because there was nothing left but liquid and bones.
So! Call the cops, that's what they get paid to do.
Never Take Life Seriously - Nobody Gets Out Alive Anyway!
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