Tales of the dead.
This was July 19th, 2001. I know this because this was the dude:
http://us.imdb.com/Name?Chernoff,+Joel
Lived in a shitpit in hollywood, real slum. It was mainly actor types and hispanic families, and bums like me. Anyways, one day I come home, and see my apartment manager standing at the door of the next apartment, with a strange look on his face, repeatedly yelling the name "Joel".
It goes like this.
"What's wrong, dude?"
"..."
"Dude...Christian..what's wrong?"
"Matt, come here and look at this." I walk over. "Okay, look inside." I do.
"Okay...?"
"Is that guy dead?" I peer in once more, just quick enough to see a dude laying with his feet on the floor, his back on the bed, and his arms at his side.
"Umm...I dunno. Might be, can't tell from here."
Of course, never having seen a dead body, and since he was too pussy to go in alone, we walk in and look at him.
He's completely pale, not breathing, ass naked (ewww) and clearly dead. I lean over and look in his eyes...nothing.
"Yeah, dude, he's dead."
The coroner came later, and Christian told me this guy was once a big AD, and made at least a million a year. Obvious question, how did he end up dead and near penniless in that shitpit.
"He spent 1.1 million a year."
Bummer. Turns out he was dead for a good 3 days, and it was only the air conditioner that prevented the stentch of death from going all over the complex.
Epilogue to the story, every time I see One Flew Over, I see a 350 pound dead, white, bloated dead guy.
Who else has seen the corpses?
