Call me Sherlock

For several weeks we had mail trickling in from a mysterious woman, we'll call her Miss E.K., because those are her initials. One day it got really strange, because it was clear that her mail was being directly and deliberately forwarded to our address by the post office, and as far as we know, no one has moved in with us, or even on our street recently. On the aforementioned day, we received FIVE magazines, all mailed to Miss E.K. in La Grange, TX and subsequently forwarded to "K---" at our address.

As much as I appreciated flipping through Women's Day, Redbook, Good Housekeeping, Country Living, and American Heritage, I had to wonder, what person has so many magazine subscriptions?! (Full disclosure-I handed the last one over to Drew. History? Egh.) 

Based on her subscriptions I made an educated guess, "fairly affluent single lady in her 60s."
I felt fine keeping my her magazines, but Drew has this strange obsession with honesty. While I opened up Redbook, he used his super online sleuthing skills to find Miss E.K. 

Turns out I was dead on, almost. E.K.'s home pulled up valued in the millions, no husband, mid-60s, she also turned out to be dead. Pardon the unintentional pun. We found her obituary which told us she was survived by a sister who resides in the city just north of us. Yes, the internet is a place of endless opportunities to be a creep. 

Then Drew and I thought it over, and we decided that since we were already this far we had to follow through. I let him do the honors, because who wants to call up a stranger whose sister recently passed away? During the semi-awkward phone call, it was decided that Drew would fill out a post office form to get the mail re-forwarded to Sister's address, we would forward any "important-looking" mail in the meantime, and we could keep the magazines (yay!). She had no idea who forwarded the mail. 

But I guess that's one mystery that will be left unanswered, because I've got a copy of Better Homes and Gardens I need to go browse.