I used to be a cop in an upper middle class suburb of Cincinnati. The citizens voluntarily gave a copy of their house keys to the P.D. whicher were kept under lock and key. Lots of elderly residents. Whenever someone had not heard from “Mom” or “Dad” or “Grandma” or “Grandpa” in over a week they’d call the P.D. and we’d grab the key and go check up on them.
Usually, all it ook was opening the door, getting a whiff of “that stench” and closing the door and calling the Coronor’s office.
But, once in awhile, it saved a life. I responded to an elderly woman who had her artificial hip come dislodged from her pelvis while she was int eh shower. The neighbors her her screams of pain and I was able to respopnd with the key and render aid.
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