In high school, a friend's older brother work as a car detailer. We stopped by the shop after school one day and he was just getting started pressure washing out the inside of a car in which two teens were involved in a murder-suicide shooting. The sight and smell of the stuff flowing out of that car and pooling on the floor made me run around back for a little "alone time". I still wonder what ever happened to that car as it was obviously being cleaned for resale.