What's especially melancholy is that he died in his bed in his nicely kept Beaumont, Texas, home (pictured) as long as 18 months ago -- maybe during Hurricane Rita in September 2005 -- and nobody missed him until his skeleton was found on Tuesday.
Authorities report that 51-year-old Euglon had a breakfast table and a dinner table set with "nice china, wine glasses and table mats." The couches in his neatly tended living room appeared to have been placed in a way "for talking." He originally moved to the neighborhood with his mother in the early 1980s, but his mother later moved into the nursing home where she died in February 2006.
When Euglon didn't show up for her funeral, nobody called or visited. They just grumbled about it. Family members live here, but nobody ever checked on him. He might have been a loner, but he had family. Larry Euglon simply wasn't missed.
The county had red-tagged his home for non-payment of taxes. Mail was piling up somewhere. Electric, phone and cable bills presumably went unpaid by the slowly decaying body on Larry Euglon's bed. And the detritus of a long-ago hurricane remained untouched in the yard of the otherwise well-kept house for almost six seasons. But nobody apparently ever got past picking up the phone or ringing the doorbell. Nobody cared that much.
The South in general and Texas in particular likes to tout its friendliness, as if it were a tourist attraction. Well, in many ways, it's like a lot of tourist attractions: Not as genuine up close. When it came right down to it, Larry Euglon didn't have anyone friendly enough to see if he was safe and well. When it came down to it, nobody cared. Shame on us and our fake "friendliness."
If you died tonight in your sleep, would anyone miss you enough to look for you?