The Mysterious Life and Death of Jeffrey Alan Lash

(Sorry, kids. Sea Monster Monday has temporarily been pre-empted by a breaking story too weird not to report. It will be back next week.)

On Friday, July 17, Los Angeles police found the remains of a man decomposing in his car, which had been parked in front of his Pacific Palisades home a few weeks earlier. The deceased – a 60-year-old white male identified as Jeffrey Alan Lash – died on July 4 and directed his fiancée and his assistant to leave his body in the car and get out of town, as his “government handlers” would take care of it. They did as told, because they believed his stories about being a part-alien secret agent who worked for an unnamed spy agency. The police have released a statement that Lash did not work for any government agency. (Like they would admit it.)

While investigating his home for foul play, police found:

• More than 1,200 guns worth $1 million
• $230,000 in cash
• Two tons of ammunition, including bows and arrows, knives, and machetes
• Evidence that he owned 14 vehicles stashed around the city, including a Toyota retrofitted to be driven underwater.

Lash’s unusually large gun collection, AKA a “Texas starter kit.” 

According to tenants at his former residence, he drove a different new vehicle almost every month; the vehicles never had plates. Neighbors knew him as “Skinny Bob” – a friendly local gun nut who claimed to work for the CIA, dressed all in black and seemed a bit jumpy. Police have confirmed that he was not a gun runner or drug dealer and no one can determine where his sizable fortune came from.

Some of the even weirder aspects of the case that – if one were a conspiracy theory fan – might lend credence to Lash’s claims of being a human-alien hybrid super spy:

• His  father, a microbiologist, owned a medical laboratory. (Which would be convenient for gene-splicing.)
• Neighbors thought he was dying of cancer but Lash told his fiancée that his condition was caused by exposure to nerve-damaging chemicals during one of his missions.
• Employees of a local Italian restaurant frequented by Lash and his fiancée revealed that he invariably ordered the same dish for every meal – raw filet mignon.
• In this selfie-crazed age, the only photo that can be produced of Lash is a blurry driver license picture provided by his attorney.

Seems legit. 

Was Lash a wealthy eccentric with a taste for raw meat or an alien-hybrid secret agent whose handlers dropped the ball on body retrieval duty? I’m leaning toward alien-hybrid… but that’s just me.