Thursday, January 03, 2008

don't worry. i'm still into serial killers...

These days, I'm rediscovering a slight obsession with hoarders. I love them!
My absolute favorites are the Collyer Brothers, Homer and Langley, who lived alone as bachelors in their family's Harlem mansion until their deaths in 1947. They rigged there house with booby traps and after Homer went blind, Langley saved every newspaper for decades so when Homer regained his sight, he could catch up on the news.
Homer, you see, would regain his sight with a diet of 100 oranges a week.
Awesome.
For reasons I can't figure out, someone anonymously called the cops and claimed there was a dead body in the Collyer Mansion. After digging through the place for 2 hours, the fuzz finally found Homer, slumped over and only 10 hours into his demise.
Langley was nowhere to be found. Everyone thought he went on the lam and really, that might explain who called in the anonymous tip.
Until 2 weeks later, when a worker found Langley dead. 10 feet away from Homer.
Awesome.
Homer blind and paralyzed, Langley crawled through tunnels made of newspapers to bring him food, until one of his own booby traps collapsed on him. Without Langley, Homer starved.
So what I don't get is who the hell called in the anonymous tip?
The brothers didn't have a phone. It was basically impossible to get in or out. And it's not like they had any friends. My only theory is that some nosey neighbor housewife chain smoking in curlers had been staking out the Collyer Mansion out of boredom and fascination, thus figuring out when one of them had died.
I'm not wild about it, but it's all I got.
Obviously, I'm open to other suggestions...

2 comments:

Becky said...

Thinking about it makes me gag.

Sweet Melissa said...

Jesus...and I thought I was bad for refusing to throw out my skinny clothes. This is so gross and sad and (I'll agree with you) totally fascinating!