Apologies in advance. This post could be filed under “Unnecessarily Morbid.” But this is something I think about sometimes.
It usually happens when I hear news about a decaying body being found in an apartment. The body is not found by a loved one, but usually by the Super or the police because neighbors complained about a foul smell coming from the apartment.
It wouldn’t happen like that if that poor soul didn’t live alone. That’s when I realize that poor soul could be me. Then I start to think “Maybe I should have gotten married or had kids.” It would be so much nicer for one of them to find me dead…I guess. Continue reading… http://eleanorewells.com/whats-that-smell/
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