Re: Monday Night Dinner? 6/02/2025

On Thu, 5 Jun 2025 18:49:47 +0000, Janet wrote:
 

In article <mabveuF44leU3@mid.individual.net>,
leoblaisdell@sbcglobal.net says...

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If only we didn't stink after we die. Either the neighbors smell you or
the buzzards find you. There ought'a be a law, so we can RIP!

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  Depends on the time of year.
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  Many winters ago , MIL  (120 miles away) phoned us to
say  "get over to the grandparents PDQ, somethings wrong.
Their neighbour rang to say they haven't been seen lately
and don't answer the door or the phone.
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 Grandfather was 90, completely blind, sharp as a tack and
completely ran the show, managing Gran who had dementia.
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We went over straight away, about 40 miles.
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  After some persuasion Gran remembered who John was and
let us in. She said her husband was in bed fast asleep.
He'd had flu, lost his appetite and wasn't eating, so she
was just letting him rest.
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   Upstairs, we found Grandad in bed, blankets to his
chin, very dead. Not looking good, but no smell, bedroom
freezing. On the floor beside the bed, were congealed
plates of untouched dinners.
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He'd been dead a week. She didnt realise what had happened
so every night she had continued sleeping in the same bed
with his corpse,and making their meals.
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     Janet
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The duplex I lived in before I bought this house had
a full basement with concrete floors.  It was February
and the fellow who had the other side and access to
the basement shot himself.  His dad and I didn't find
him for two weeks and there was no smell.  Yes, I had
been living upstairs in the other side the whole time
he was dead in the basement.