Yeah, but does that book have the place you can write your poop-ideas? (which are some of the best Ideas we have, because it's our "alone time")

AND a pen for it? AND maybe I WILL put a guestbook part in it. If that angle pans out

not everyone that posts here is from america, btw. i'm certainly not, and neither was the dead guy. but that aside, it's still very common for people to die of heart attacks while straining to push out a s**t.

and it was a hostel that i worked in, not a church. i played 'hunt the stiff' every morning for many years, and i think i made double figures, though maybe it was one or two short. the strangest was finding one in the same room 2 days running.

no, not drugs. the 2 in a row were old guys that already had a smell of clay about them, so old age/hard living. Harry, the guy on the toilet had a massive heart attack, and will forever have the shape of the toilet seat embedded on his arse. (for some reason, i always think of Harrys arse when i think about him. :/)

i've found a few that have died from drug overdoses though, and helped save probably dozens more.