'It just gave her pleasure to buy things'

Following my last post, a second, strangely similar, case has emerged today. It would appear to be the season for loners to meet their end trapped in a precarious heap of their own eccentricity. I am unsure whether the individuals involved would consider this an ideal way to depart this life, surrounded – albeit slightly too closely – by the things they love, or some kind of ultimate betrayal. 

If nothing else, this latest story is a sobering lesson in the importance of curbing one's spending habits, one I'm finding far more effective than the c****t c****h.