I think I may have you all beat on this one: I used to deliver appliances for a living.Now mind you, this is in Ft.Lauderdale,Florida,in August ,when it is a bit warm.We go to an apartment building that has no elevator,and the refrigerator is up on the third floor.Now comes the good part.The landlord was evicting the tenant for not paying his rent.This was in the middle of the month,and the guy had been gone since the beginning of July.He apparently paid his rent,but nothing else,in July,so the power company turned off his juice.
Now we have a fully stiocked refrigerator sitting nice and toasty for 6 weeks getting all nice and juicy. I open the door and the food( or what the maggot infested stuff was)let out a resplendid odor. I immediately go out and puke three floors down to the street. Now I have the joy of bouncing the fridge down three flights of stairs. Juice flying everywhere,me puking all over because now the stench is on me.God almighry that was about 15 years ago and it still feels like yesterday!
P.S. My dad was a firman and he says that burning flesh that you have to scrape off of a floor is pretty nasty too.
Peace
Lounatik