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The man who lived next door to me died sometime this weekend. The last time he was seen by anyone was a few days ago. The people on the other side of him knocked on his door and when they didn't get a response they checked further and found him dead. I heard his cat yowling this morning, which was unusual. Now I know why. I really didn't know him all that well. I think his name was Ken Chen. He was of Asian decent.

I never really heard much noise from his place. He would hack and cough in the mornings. It sounded like he was allergic to his cat. The cat was never outside--it was a house cat.

The cops, paramedics, animal control, and others all descended on this place when the 911 call was handled. I don't know if Ken had any relatives. May he rest in peace. His parking space was next to mine but he never parked there. Don't know why. Now, I never will know.

I was watching a movie--The Man Escaped--when the neighbors knocked on my door with the news. I'll finish the movie and and think about sleeping a few feet from a body as I did last night. Not exactly a pleasant thought! You never know!