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That's what happened to me last night. I was quite concerned for his safety, I can tell you, but held off contacting the police until, more than 12 hours later, I was finally able to contact my neighbour. It turned out that a friend with a warped sense of humour had played a practical joke on him (a quite expensive one judging by the quality and size of the cross-shaped floral tribute).
I was incredibly relieved, and he was rather embarrassed - but at least appreciated the fact that someone was concerned about him.
With a friend like that, who needs enemies?