Death comes to my floor ... update

Here’s what the door across the hall from us looks like now. I feel so sorry for our neighbor who blithely sublet his apartment and now has the stench of death sealed in to his home by the City of New York. I wonder if he was paid up front …I mean, if you sublet your apartment in good faith and then the person who agrees to rent it doesn’t survive the term, who pays the rent?

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Drinking with Bob has the right idea.

This rant expresses in a nutshell ( actually more like a pod cast) why I don't go to the movies anymore (well, that and the fact that I can't be in the company of the general public any longer than a three-stop subway ride).

Why is it that every movie is a remake of another, older, and yes, better made, acted and directed movie? What isn't taken from another movie is lifted from classic TV series or cartoons. This is exactly why, even though I was a film major in college, the closest I now get to the movies is seeing the appropriately defaced posters for this crap in the subway stations.

Death comes to my floor ...

OK, so this morning I see the door to the apartment across the hall is ajar. As I'm waiting for the elevator, one of the building employees comes out with a NYC police officer in tow. After the buildling guy gets into the elevator, I say, "what's going on?" The building guy, in his best smug-I know-something-you-don't tone, says, "I can't say." Now I'm really curious.

So just now, I'm on my way down to the basement to do laundry and a cop gets into the elevator with me. I glance over his shoulder as he's getting in to the car and someone with a humongous video camera is shooting through the glass door. He gets in and presses "5" which is my floor! Now I say to this guy, "that's my floor! What's going on?" He says someone passed away on the floor.

Do the cops come and stay all day, and do the news trucks come and interview people outside of the building as they are doing now for a simple "death?" I don't think so.