The Death of a Janitor

Wayne Weber, the janitor of the house, went to the store room in the basement yesterday morning and shot himself dead. While the wife of Weber was weeping over the body, a dozen women went to the basement to complain that there was not enough heat in their apartments. Some of them did not even cease their expressions of dissatisfaction after they learned that the janitor was dead. Oh my God. My husband is dead though. May I have some of his clothes? I can't feel my toes. A mob is exactly what this town needs. Blown from the car by wind. This is the same paper. Are you sure you're not reading wild obituary? A nine