Now that one had me rolling! Just before my husband was transferred to Korea for a second tour a "friend" and "cohort" gave him a jar of kimchee so he could re-acclimate himself to the culture. He left it in the gift bag and every so often when I walked past the closet I'd get the worst whiff that something had crawled in there and died. I searched but didn't see anything amiss before I finally realized it was the kimchee jar occasionally relieving itself of a little gas. Ugh!
You folks have really gone past the limit. I can take a story about a dead guy lying on a futon for ten years, but a jar of kim chee in the closet passing gas, that does it. The mental images assault the senses.