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My coworker was decomposing for a month-month and a half before Norristown's finest thought to ask his live-in girlfriend
1. "Can we take a peek in the basement?"
2. "What's that smell?"
(Eau d'Deadguy is quite distinctive. The neighbors had been complaining for several weeks about the stench.)
From the first DAY that he didn't show up to work I was telling people "Sam's dead. She killed him. He's in the basement, wrapped in plastic."
Guess where and how they found him?
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