I was just writing a post about the most romantic proposal ever.
Then the phone rang and it was a friend asking if I was okay. Erm, yeah. I’m fucking around on the internet and watching romantic proposals. “Cause neighbor is dead.”
RA Leah kicked in and I went upstairs to investigate. I said, “knock, knock.” The cop came out, but as I leaned in just a little bit I saw his body. It was gray. The cop said he died in his sleep. He’s waiting for the service to come and get the body.
I’m a little shaky right now. It wasn’t a violent death. We were all starting to worry a little, because he didn’t shut his window during all this rain. There he was. Dead.
And me? I’m waiting for a pizza to be delivered.