Here’s a Christmas wish nobody wanted: a dead body. Just imagine running downstairs in your feetie pajamas, tearing through the presidents and finding a corpse. The only thing that kept that from happening is that the body was found now instead of later.

I would think if you were trying to hide a dead body you wouldn’t put it someplace where everybody looks, every single day, until Christmas day. Who knows why these things happen. Heathen has the story now: