When I was a kid my little brother and I were trolling along the shoreline for Tigermuskie in Bellevelle Lake outside Detroit. We came accross a bloated black man floating face down in the water. He had a rope around his neck with a frayed-off end. He was wearing a white Tshirt that had grass stain skid marks down the back. I bumped the body into shore with the boat. My little brother was making noises kind of like nervously half laughing half crying, poor little guy.
We went and got my Dad at the marina where we lived. I heard him call the cops. He said, "Yeah, c'mon out, looks like we've got another floater."