It's been a strange week.
You can't find dead bodies and not become extremely existential in thought. Especially if the bodies pertain to people you were conversing with only a handful of hours prior.
Carbon monoxide poisoning. Looks like they accidentally dozed off and had left something on the stove. Pot overflowed and put out the flame and the gas kept going overnight.
Had to break in. Thought I could save them but it was too late.
Police proceedings afterwards were their own surreal experience.
Really fucking tragic.