IT WAS RAINING HEAVILY. I COULDN'T SEE CLEARLY. I DROVE SLOWLY. SUDDENLY, I SAW A YOUNG GIRL. SHE WAS DRESSED NEATLY AND STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD. I WAS SURPRISE! SAMEHOW, I STOPPED THE CAR QUICKLY. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I ASKED. SHE LOOKED AT ME STRANGELY BUT DIDN'T ANSWER "ARE YOU OK?" I ASKED. "I'M FINE", SHE ANSWERED. THEN SHE SMILED HAPPILY AND WALKED AWAY QUIETLY. NEATLY, I DROVE TO MY HOTEL AND CHECKED IN. I TOLD THE CLERK ABOUT THE LITTLE GIRL."DO YOU KNOW HER"? I ASKED. "OH YES ", HE SAID CALMY."THAT'S MARY ANNE. SHE DIED FIVE YEARS AGO ON THAT ROAD. IT WAS A CAR ACCIDENT DURING A RAINSTORM"
A couple checks into a hotel and have to put up with a foul odor in their room all night. They call the staff to complain and somebody figures out the stench is coming from the bed.
Now, there's no way that scenario is going to have a good ending. You're almost hoping at that point that it'll turn out the last guest just got drunk and pooped behind the headboard. But, no, the staff take off the matress and discover the couple has been sleeping over the rotting body of a dead girl who had been stuffed in the box spring.
This actually happened, in Las Vegas. Also, Kansas City, MO and Atlantic City, NJ and several times in Florida and California and, well, let's just say that in or under the bed in a hotel room seems to be a fairly popular destination for the recently deceased.
It makes sense if you think about it. The closet and under the bed are the two most popular places to hide just about anything, so it's not surprising a hell of a lot of corpses end up there as well. In fact, the odds are pretty good that at least once a guy has killed a prostitute, tried to stuff her under the bed, only to find there was already a body there.
The strangest part isn't that the bodies wind up in such a terrible hiding place (killers often aren't the type to plan ahead). No, the strange thing is that in almost every story people will sleep part of, or in many cases, the entire night, on top of the corpse before reporting it.
Most people we know will complain if they detect that someone might have smoked a cigarette in their room four months ago. Not these people, they slept inches above an oozing heap of rotting human flesh rather than inconvenience the hotel management by asking for a new room.
Or, at least we hope sleeping is all they did on that bed. Oh, man, can you imagine dying and then the first thing that happens is some middle age couple starts porking over you? Ew.
Hopefully they at least got a free continental breakfast out of the ordeal.
The ten-month investigation by the Warren Commission, 1963–1964, concluded that the President was assassinated by Lee Harvey Oswald acting alone and that Jack Ruby acted alone when he killed Oswald before he could stand trial. These conclusions were initially supported by the American public; however, polls conducted from 1966 to 2004 found that as many as 80 percent of Americans have suspected that there was a plot or cover-up.
Contrary to the Warren Commission, the United States House Select Committee on Assassinations (HSCA) in 1979 concluded that President John F. Kennedy was probably assassinated as a result of a conspiracy. The HSCA found both the original FBI investigation and the Warren Commission Report to be seriously flawed. While agreeing with the Commission that Oswald fired all the shots which caused the wounds to Kennedy and Governor Connally, it stated that there were at least four shots fired and that there was a "high probability" that two gunmen fired at the President. No gunmen or groups involved in the conspiracy were identified by the committee, but the CIA, Soviet Union, organized crime and several other groups were said to be not involved, based on available evidence. The assassination is still the subject of widespread debate and has spawned numerous conspiracy theories and alternative scenarios.
It's likely that to have been a terrorist attack
i doubt that the government has killed
i bet that it no accident
it doesn't seem possible that the wife would kill him