We thought my grandfather was dead about a week ago. My grandmother and grandfather live in separate houses, but he always brings her flowers on valentine's day. Anyway, he didn't do that this year, so we had some people do a welfare check. He wasn't there, and it smelled really terrible, they said, like a dead body. So the welfare check people sent some police out there to search the house. They didn't find a dead body or anything. They thought maybe my uncle who lives there murdered him. :o A couple of days later we found out that my grandfather had been exploring. We found him eating spaghetti and watching a pool tournament at a retirement home about 45 miles from his house. The terrible smell turned out to be some rotten oyster stew. :P
Sorry for your losses, Miga. D:
