It’s nice when people who have been missing for 42 years are finally found. Especially when they’re found inside their apartment. It’s sad when they’re dead, though.
It’s been well observed that one of the downsides of being a writer is that many of the outrageous and bizarre situations that come up in real life, like the story above, would not pass as believable fiction. If I had written a story about a woman who was found dead in her apartment after having been missing for 42 years, I would have been told that it lacks verisimilitude.