Nice Guy Jumps to His Death from Window

I said a prayer for him. He was a nice guy. ...

"We only heard the ambulance come. He was always riding around on his bicycle."

Cyclist, huh? Freak.

Funny, whenever something like this happens -- someone discovers a head in the refrigerator, a wife buried in the yard, a psycopath living in the house next door -- a version of this dialogue pops up in the news report:

Reporter: What was he like?

Neighbor: He was quiet; never bothered anyone; mostly kept to himself; was good to his mother; kept a neat yard; just a good guy.

Reporter: Really? So you don't believe he did it?

Neighbor: Oh, no, he did it. It's all he ever talked about. All I'm saying is, he was a good neighbor -- nuttier than bat shit -- but a good neighbor. Till yesterday.

So are you local or national news?