[Mick]

When we lived in Rutland street there was an old man called tom he lived next door but one to us he kept himself to himself you never saw him out no family .
you would see him in his front garden now and then and he allways said hello but that was about it.
anyway one christmas he came round with two turkey legs saying he had bought too much and would we like them we said thanks and he went back home
The next day i went round to say thankyou properly but could not get an answer i new he was in so i went round the back and climbed over the gate and knocked on the back door but still now answer so i told anne to ring the police they broke in and found him dead behind the front door we found out later he had died the day before after getting home from giving us the turkey .
Me and a friend that lived next door went to the funeral and we where shocked to find only 3 people there .
The other person was a distant relative .
Who we had never seen he thanked us for helping tom
but it was a real shock and he could have been there for weeks if i had not gone round.