I just got a call from one of my supervisors. His wife started going into labor this morning, we figured it would be this weekend. They were downstairs and he opened the front door and a guy fell into his house.
He figured the guy was drunk or something, so he's trying to shake him awake, but then he noticed the bloody holes in the guy's clothing. He felt for a pulse and dude was ice cold.
So, baby on the way, dead guy on the porch. What a way to start a Saturday.