Looking for a Subletter (no, really. crap.)

I know it's probably wrong to blog about this and therefor I ask forgiveness from the judeo-christian God above before I go on.
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ok, I didn't hear anything back but I think you all should hear (read) this little story of mine.

Arriving back from Westchester last Tuesday evening, I noticed a large package outside the door of an apartment on the floor below me. I took note of the package simply because it is rare to see a large unopened box on someone's unwelcome mat in nyc. One avoids this because a) it looks like you're not home and invites criminals to ransack your apartment b) your neighbors may very well steal that box and c) unless you have a doorman, it's a good idea to get your packages at work (or your parent's house) to ensure that they actually get delivered to you. But I digress.
So, at first, I noticed this package and thought to myself, how nice that no one has stolen the package while these fine residents extend their vacation a bit past the holidays. Then later in the week, I began to think, these people have kinda been away a long time.
In what I thought was an unrelated incident on Thursday, I noticed a foul smell when I passed that floor on my way in and out of my apartment. I thought that maybe something had died in the box but there were no air holes so that seemed unlikely.
It smelled particularly bad when I arrived back at my apartment at around 1pm yesterday but I didn't think much of it except that if I lived on that floor, I might call my super and let him know there was an unattended package and some stanky smell.
When I left my apartment again at 4pm, the box was moved away from the door, which was slightly ajar and the lock had been removed. I say removed because it had clearly not been broken off in haste but rather, carefully removed by a locksmith type.
Thoughts ran through my head but I was afraid to say what I thought might be true outloud. When I told M. the story, he asked: "Well, did it smell like dead person?" Um, how the hell should I know what dead person smells like?"
Well, now I know.
This morning my roommate called on her way to work (I slept at M.'s, what a hussy), and confirmed what I was afraid of. Apparently, fluorescent green taped sealed the door way with the letters D.O.A. on it.
I never saw anyone come or go from that apartment so I'm really hoping that a nice old man died peacefully in his sleep and honestly, I really do think that but whoa, I have the heebeejeebees (sp?).