Recently, the brother of a close friend/co-worker died in his sleep. His other sister happened to come over in the morning to visit him, and discovered him on the floor. (Heart attack. He was only in his early 60s. Very sad.)
It got me thinking…
Since I am divorced and live alone, and no one expects me home, ever, I wonder how long it would take for someone to discover I had died.
And I wonder what they would find when they finally did find me.
All animals are equal but some animals are more equal than others. – George Orwell
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