
Two women in their 30s or 40s visited the scene of the belongings organization.
They were the deceased’s daughters.
They arrived in a luxury car.
It was hard to believe they were the children of someone who had died alone in a studio apartment measuring a mere 8 pyeong.
βThe accident happened near the entryway, not inside the room. It’s a space that’s difficult to tear down, but I will clean it with care.β
The deceased had lived alone in the 8-pyeong space and met a sudden death.
The daughters’ outfits, which did not match the cramped home, kept catching my eye.
I was curious about the family’s story, but first explained the special cleaning work.
A lonely death of a man in his 60s discovered after three days.
Usually, such scenes require a certain level of βresolve.β This is because the rooms of middle-aged and older men who died alone generally contain various foul odors, such as lingering cigarette smoke and rotting food.
βHuh??β
However, this place was surprising for its unexpected sight.
Instead of a musty odor, well-tended plants were neatly arranged right from the entrance. If I hadn’t been told in advance that it was a man in his 60s, I might have mistaken it for the death of a woman.
Green potted plants and a room floor that was neither dry nor sticky.
It was a space that even conveyed a silent determination not to hit βrock bottom.β
Yet why?
The doubt was resolved in the utility room where the washing machine was located. Two boxes of soju.
I dispose of all alcohol coming from the scene right on the spot. Someone asks. Isn’t it a waste? Can’t you take it and drink it?
However, I never drink alcohol. My job is witnessing people every day who ruin their lives relying on alcohol. Every site I go to is filled with tens or hundreds of empty liquor bottles. Just seeing green bottles makes me sick of it and nauseated.
Yet on this day, the life of the lonely death protagonist was full of twists and turns every time the belongings were sorted.
βFour Major Rivers Cycling Certificationβ
βNational Cycling Certificationβ
Despite deeply loving alcohol, it was a healthy old age, having completed grueling bicycle national cross-country tours several times that even young people would find difficult. He was reportedly a successful businessman with a good reputation and good income, and even a generous heart.
And it would have been better if the twist ended there.
βMy parents got divorced six years ago, and my father lived here alone.β
Having married off even her youngest daughter, the mother immediately filed for divorce. The two daughters, who grew up affluent thanks to their father, supported that choice.
And six years after the divorce, he died alone in an 8-pyeong studio apartment.
The reality of the bizarre double life that man, a respected businessman on the outside, had hidden.
And what was the βsurprising actionβ the two daughters showed the belongings organizer as they left the cleaning site? It can be checked in the link below.
https://www.joongang.co.kr/article/25245891
Lonely death or despair death. Most of the places I go to are homes where people in poor environments and extreme poverty lived lonely lives before despairing and leaving. And the things left behind are not just objects, but also lives like this.




