The dead body

He laid back on his bed and left his head hanging off the edge; making the world upside down. He looked up (or was it down?) and to his surprise, he saw a dead body hanging outside his window, one floor up. The body moved harmoniously with the wind, and oddly enough, at the same rhythm as the first few notes of Hotel California being played on a piano over and over again by his neighbour. 

The body looked young, a man, roughly thirty, clean and well dressed. He wondered what would drive a man that looked this good to end his own life in such a crude way.

"Had it even been suicide?" he thought to himself."Let us consider the possibilities."

And what interesting possibilities had gone through his mind; homicide was, of course, the first. He probably had problems with a drug dealer who had come to settle down a debt. Or perhaps it had been an involuntary homicide; a fight that went wrong. A crime of passion should never be out of mind, he was probably cheating and was cut in the act. Later to be thrown out the window.

"What is his name?" he thought to himself." He looks like a Carlos."

Suddenly the wind stopped and at the very moment the neighbour decided to take a rest from the Hotel California, the body of Carlos stood perfectly still, with the atmosphere still perpetuating a G minor from the piano. It was then when the vision struck. 

Carlos had been vacuuming his room, when a coin got stuck in the vacuum cleaner, he tried to take it out but couldn't, he unplugged the machine from  the wall and hanged the cable out the window. The came came out easily after that and landed on the floor. His cellphone rang, the caller ID showed an unknown number, which always made him a little excited. Carlos grabbed his phone and it slipped from his hand and went out the window, he furiously tried to grab it, slipping over the coin and getting thrown out the window by its own momentum. Carlos grabbed the cable that was hanging from the window, it became his lifeline, the vacuum cleaner slid for a bit and finally got stuck on the heater, saving Carlos' life. He then proceeded to scream; nobody heard him. The vacuum cleaner precipitated out the window tangling the cable around Carlos's neck and ending up hanging from the clothesline, making a perfect counter weight. He hanged there, grasping for air.

"Then she lit up a candle..." 

"God, I hate that song," said to himself lastly. 

Too much blood on his head, he stood up fast and got dizzy, he was surprised about his newly found cynicism and lack of care about other human beings. Looking out and up the window (after shacking off the little white dots he was seeing from standing up too fast) only to find the upstairs neighbour hanging his newly washed jeans.