OH. MAN. First, the back story.
I got into this old elementary school that had been boarded up since 1989. As I was wondering through the back of the cafeteria, I found a side room with a big, stainless steel door: the walk-in freezer. Curious (and stupid), I grabbed the latch and cracked it open. I've never been sewering, but I imagine that only those of you who have might understand the smell that came from that freezer. I had to run away, gagging. It was RANK, having thawed out two decades previously.
Anyway, like a month later, I came back with a buddy and told him about the freezer. He was like, "Awesome, I'm gonna check it out." I was all like, "NOOOOOOOOO!" but too late. He yanked it wide open.
Nothing.
I guess I had left it cracked open the month before, so it had aired out quite nicely. We went in, nothing but a light, potting-soil scent, but we had to laugh. I guess when they boarded up the school, nobody bothered to clean out the fridge. There were industrial buckets of Pork BBQ and who knows what else, as well as the remains of a palette of bread and some Chilly Willy Popsicles. All at least 20 years old.