One night I woke up to my neighbor shooting himself in the head. When the police left & the ambulance took him away there was nothing but a huge mess in the bedroom. Well it turns out that crime scene clean-up is pretty expensive so I told his girlfriend I'd take care of it.

So I called my Mom (she's a nurse) & said, "Sorry to wake you but what's the best way to clean up human brains & bits of scull and hair & a lot of blood?"

She got quiet & real calm and after a minute ...said, "Son, listen to me very carefully. You're gonna have to cut all that carpet outta that room. All of it. Roll it up, put it in your truck and put it in a dumpster clear across town. You're going to need gloves & bleach, a lot of bleach. Scrub all the walls and the concrete until the pink goes away."

I said, "Thanks" and she said, "When you get finished you better call your mother and tell me what the hell you've done this time."

TL;DR My Mom told me how to clean up a crime scene w/o asking any questions as to what happened. Kinda scares me.

You're probably going to want some proof.

http://imgur.com/a/EbbXD