My father has told me stories about being around Washington D.C. in the 70s. How it wasn't all that uncommon to stumble across a dead body in the winter. Whether homeless or drunk, they'd fall asleep and die in the cold. One particularly bad winter, he found a dead body in the stairwell leading up to his apartment. I'm sure it still happens today but the way he spoke about it made me realize how quickly the world changes.