Lisa Shroyer

I'm the middle of three children, older brother, younger sister, and our father's death came as a shock to us.

He was 70, he'd been living on the road in his RV, and he bought this plot of land in the Arizona desert, surrounded by mountains and Joshua trees and cacti.

And he'd been really happy there, and we thought he was doing well.

So when we got the news that he had passed away, we had to figure out how we were going to get out there and take care of all of his things.

And we knew from our research that the inside of that RV was going to be a mess.

And so we called around to some professional cleaning companies to see if they could go out there and do the job for us.

But it was so remote that their quotes were really expensive and nobody could get out there for weeks.

So the three of us got on the phone and we decided we're going to do it.

So we traveled to Arizona from our corners of the US and we loaded up on cleaning supplies and PPE and we drove out into the desert.

So you imagine there's this little white RV, it's the trailer kind, you pull behind a truck, parked in this beautiful alien landscape with these weird Joshua trees, and it's hot, it's August, in the desert.

And my brother is the oldest, and he decides he's going to go in first.

And he opens the door, and he steps in, and he immediately just starts grabbing stuff and throwing it out the door.

And it's flying at me, pillows and blankets and shoes, and I jump back, and he yells out, "'There's a lot of fluid!'

And by that, he meant body fluid.

And so I stare at my sister.

And she's got goggles and a mask and gloves.

She's standing there with an open trash bag.

And we just stare at each other in horror.

And there's stuff flying out the door.

And then my sister says, that's it, Lisa.