The Twins
Photo credit: The Press Democrat
In a suburban neighborhood of Chattanooga, Tennessee, there was a well-kept house occupied by two elderly men. Neighbors hadn’t seen the identical twin brothers for some time, although the lawn was well maintained and the mail never piled up. Family members had last attempted to check on them a few years earlier but had been unable to gain entry. The pair normally kept to themselves.
When police finally forced their way in to do a welfare check at the insistence of neighborhood residents, they were met with an eerie sight: the skeletal remains of the two brothers, side by side in their respective easy chairs. They had apparently died as they had lived—in isolation.
And so they remained silently sharing each other’s company for over three years until they were discovered. No signs of foul play were found, which does nothing to make this story any less creepy.
Now I live alone, or I did until I let my oldest move in for a while, but I never felt lonely and I enjoy being alone. All it takes is a pet to keep you company. In my case, a cat does the trick just fine. Still, when I pass I do hope it won't take 3 years before someone finds me. That would be kinda sad, don't ya think?
Coffee in the kitchen this morning. I have some peach cobbler to share.
