But the smell... from the grease, the vomit, the wet n juicies... Exploded mead containers, expired food hacks, the carpet full of cum loads...
And the weens. The vultures looking to buy his few possessions... They would be fucking insane to deal with.
They liquidate homes were people were liquefied. If that makes sense. Its not like his body sat for days and he started decomposing. Cobes trailer probably smelled gross for sure but id imagine its smell mostly of cigarette smoke.
You could realistically sell most of his appliances and some of his trinkets and shit right there in the trailer park. I love rural folk and got no smoke for trailer homes but the majority of those folks ain't much better smelling or living all that much cleaner than cobes. Clothes and the chair he spent most his time in not so much. The trailer the same if it goes up for sale it'll sell people are very desperate for homes these days. Some goth dude who smelled good living and dying there ain't a deal breaker, its a deal. I mean not to be rude but thats the truth.
My b for some personal sperging but this does hit close to home for me and felt I could chime in as ive been close too 2 situations not unlike this.
On the topic of clint and the trailer. Theres a good chance he spent the night there. Maybe multiple. I had the unfortunate experience of watching a father morn his son early. Found his so dead in the morning spent the night in the same room drinking beers and listening to dark side of the moon.
Im gonna post something thats probably to much information. Dad killed himself. Hollow point to the dome. Brain matter and blood soaked thru to the subfloor. He sat in the summer heat for a week. It smelled like shit. There were maggots. There was flies. Purification. Decomp. Looking back handest the grossest shit ive ever experienced.
They had to pull me out that house by force. I just wanted to be there. I knew I shouldn't have. I knew it smelled gross. But at that point like you really arent making much sense of sensory shit you know. Thats the furthest thing from your mind. I cant speak for clint but in my experience, in those moments, you just want to be in those spaces. In hopes to feel whatever last bits of that person you can. Even if you dont beleive in that shit.
My cousin died in his childhood home. Fent overdose. Found right away. He lived like a gross coomer heroin addict. He love pink Floyd. Not even 12 hours after he passed his dad was sat next to his stereo knocking back beers and just listening to dark side of the moon on repeat in the dark. I could see clint soberly doing the same to some ozzy/sabbath.
Idk im not superstitious or religious or even all that spiritual but when someone passes it does seem like you can feel them for a bit. Or atleast thats what your brain makes you think.