I wasn't quite so stuck on myself when we headed back to the field and found that the wind had shifted round to the east and I had to do a crosswind landing . . . fortunately, the examiner was a hefty soul, and the wind was blowing from HIS side of the runway . . . hey, I passed, that's what counts! :-D
I don't recall the noise being THAT much worse when the door was cracked . . . but by golly there was a draft!
Since they've found the deceased, that scotches the fake suicide theory, but still, as Topsy said, "Somebody ain't tellin' all they knows." I wonder if the late lamented threatened the pilot & he's ashamed to admit it . . . he may have been afraid that a struggle in the cockpit would have planted 'em both . . . although a 150 will pretty much fly itself if you leave it alone.
Dang it.