Posted on 07/16/2020 7:22:59 AM PDT by Red Badger
THE body of a man inside a plastic bag was discovered by authorities early Wednesday morning on the roof of a McDonald’s restaurant.
A maintenance worker at a Bronx McDonald’s on East 149th Street near Grand Concourse altered authorities after he made the shocking discovery of an unconscious person on the roof of the restaurant.
According to authorities, at approximately 5:57am police responded to a 911 call of an unconscious person on the roof of the McDonald’s restaurant located within the confines of the NYPD 40 Precinct.
Upon arrival, officers observed an unidentified male, unconscious and unresponsive, inside a plastic bag and wrapped in a moving blanket.
EMS also responded to the location and pronounced the individual deceased at the scene.
A local resident told the New York Post, that her friend lives in the building one window up from the McDonald’s roof and saw the body, which she said was surrounded by flies.
“The smell was pouring in through the window and the feet were poking out,” Marsha told the outlet.
“He looked like he had been there a few days because he was lying all wet in the water from the rain.”
The investigation is ongoing and the Medical Examiner will determine the cause of death.
According to police, the identification of the deceased is pending family notification.
It's a takeout place, apparently someone misunderstood...
Wait a minute....your friend lives there, saw it, but did NOT report it?
Let it wait until the maintenance man finds it?
Yup, poor edits again.
Yes, blanket for moving.
.... or a Social Justice Worker?.................
Kind of a minimalist approach in reporting. You could have fleshed it out a bit more, maybe add some fat for more flavorful and unctuous reading?
To wit, as an example:
A BAKER'S STORY
Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.
Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs.Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins. Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.
Born and bread in Minnesota, Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still was a crusty old man, and was considered a positive roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, three children: John Dough, Jane Dough, and Dosey Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.
Sound more like what Lifetime runs.
Do you think Cuomo and hizzoner are high-fiving each other on justifying their incompetence in saving a bed, yet collecting on this WuFlu “death”.
Why didn’t they call a social worker? It sounds like he had the virus and was in stable condition.
“altered authorities,” “moving blanket,” “identification of the deceased is pending family notification”; sounds like the British ed system is as bad as ours. The Sun needs to improve its hiring.
McRib is People!
Hahahaha...never seen that, coming back later for it!!!!
Got to admit, I’d never search the roof of McDonalds looking for a body.
Whuh!!!???
No one told me!
Where can send flours?
No thanks, no fries.
Unless that McDonald's was serving Rocky Mountains Oysters!! 😋
This is getting cheesy!! 😋
Is unconscious the new PC word for Dead? Asking for a friend...
Back in the '60s we had a club that met monthly. One of the members was the son of a funeral director. Said he was given the crap jobs. One day they got a call of a dead guy atop the lockers in Grand Central Station, NYC. He put on the oldest, crappiest worn-out clothes as he knew what was going to happen.
Sure enough, some vagrant climbed up on some lockers that were near a steam line - nice and warm. He dies and Mother Nature took its course. When the kid went to move the body, the corpse literally poured down and drenched him with dead-people liquid. He told us this while we were having an after-meeting sandwich at a local deli - flushed the whole bunch of us out.
[Sidebar] We asked him if he ever encountered dead people sitting up. He said no, but one time while he was preparing a corpse, he dropped a tool and bent down to pick it up. At that point, the corpse's arm dropped off the table and clapped him on the shoulder. Said they never could get the stain out of the floor.
They didn’t say if he a had a fiddle or not.
If it was a woman it could have been an Aunt Ana on the roof.
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