My dad saw a lady walk up to something on the ground across the street. She walked away, and my dad went over to the window and peered out. It looked like a person was lying on the ground; it was difficult to tell if they were just sleeping (or actually dead). My dad got his binoculars and said that it was definitely a person (since we were across the street it was hard to tell), so he had my mom call 911. The lady from before returned and had her cell phone, so my mom went out to inform her that we'd already called. They hung around until a fire truck, police car, and two ambulances showed up.
It turned out the guy was drunk and had passed out.
Thank god it wasn't a dead body, because there are loads of little kids who play in this neighborhood. Imagine them stumbling across the bodY?