Our bodies break down. And it's always ugly. Always.

So I don't know why three different people felt compelled to send me a link to this article:

"I don't care if you're black, white, rich or poor, whether you live in the projects or a penthouse, everyone smells the same when they die," Mr. Gospodarski said as he scraped a caramel-colored goo off the floor of Apartment 6-F this spring.

Mr. Gospodarski, a paramedic for 23 years, is what is known as a bio-recovery technician, a highly trained, extremely efficient, self-employed house-cleaner of sorts whose specialty is removing the unpleasant aftereffects of suicides, attempted suicides, shotgun murders, accidental impalements and, in the case of lonely, unnoticed passings like that of the man in 6-F, "decomps."