Oh My Dear Lord...

My day was completely boring compared to my bachelor brother's. Holy freakin' crap. Tim talked to Andy today and he told this story:

Yesterday when Andy got home he noticed some kind of dark stain dripping down the wall from the upstairs apartment. He didn't think much of it and went to bed, thinking he would deal with it the next day. When he woke up this morning, the liquid had run all the way down the wall and had begun to puddle on the floor behind his bike. A bubble formed on the top of the pool and his roommate wanted to pop it, but Andy suggested to leaved it alone...who knows what it could be. So, they called the landlord to inform him about the issue.

Around lunchtime today, the police showed up to inspect the upstairs apartment, as the tenant couldn't be reached. To make a long story short, the man upstairs had died about a week ago! His bodily fluids had leaked into Andy's apartment (yes, I said 'bodily fluids'). Nasty!

Needless to say, Andy will be crashing at our place for a couple of nights. I know this is one of those crazy urban legends/stories you only hear about, but of course it happens to my little brother!