Not seen, or even smelt
Uni, in the 80s. Girlfriend and and I were enjoying the usual spoils of a grant (sex, drugs, alcohol) and she lived above an old and strange bugger who kept himself to himself. Until the day we heard "Police" at the door one morning. Panicking, we hid the stash and went to the door. Apparently the old guy had been reported missing 2 weeks before, and he'd died in the flat below. This was the hot summer of 85 and we were too wasted to notice anything, other than the drains were a bit worse than usual.

He'd basically dissolved in his chair, and Plod couldn't believe we hadn't even noticed. On pointing out he always smelt like that, we found out that he was a diabetic and his legs had rotted over a space of 3 months and he couldn't (or wouldnt) get out to get help.

To be fair, Plod that came in to the flat immediately smelt the dope smoke and said "Not surprised you didn't notice it. Get rid before SOCO arrive or we'll have you in as well".

To his credit, we were OK, but I feel for that poor guy dying alone.
(Dr Teeth Who asked you, you fuckin' hobbit?, Fri 29 Feb 2008, 4:00, 3 replies)

Jesus!
I hope I don't go like that. A parachute not opening, that's a way to go. /Frank Drebin blog.

Bet it took a lot of Haze plug ins to get rid of that aroma.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Fri 29 Feb 2008, 4:04, closed)

Holy Hell
Thats grim man; what an awful way to die
(MrTM, Fri 29 Feb 2008, 4:46, closed)

As anyone on this QOTW will tell you
the smell of a cadaver is so permeating it sticks in your throat and won't let go. I've got a bad sense of smell due to years of anti hay-fever medication but I'll always remember that sick-sweet odour. It sticks to you, and you feel like you will smell like death forever.
(Dr Teeth Who asked you, you fuckin' hobbit?, Mon 3 Mar 2008, 0:30, closed)