You know I’ve never thought anything of it but there’s always been a weird smell radiating from the oven. Well that’s at first where I thought it was coming from. Mom always said we just can’t afford a new one and that’s why we still have it. Ever since Dad left the smell started. I finally decided to move the oven to find a big hole with the rodding remains of a man a ball cap and shorts, no shirt and termites crawling around. I noticed now that this corpses ball cap was the same one my dad always worn. It’s been a year and he’s still back there. Mom shot herself now she’s behind her the oven I put her there so they can always be together.