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       ''MARY ANDERSON'' WF, 30-50, suicide at Hotel Vintage Park in Se
       attle, WA - 9 Oct 1996 *GRAPHIC*
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       Re: ''MARY ANDERSON'' WF, 30-50, suicide at Hotel Vintage Park i
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       Mary Anderson was the alias used by an unidentified woman who
       committed suicide in Seattle, Washington.
       Sex: Female
       Race: White
       Location: Seattle, Washington
       Found: October 11, 1996
       Unidentified for: 23 years
       Postmortem interval: Days
       Body condition: Recognizable face
       Age approximation: 30-50
       Height approximation: 5'8
       Weight approximation: 240 pounds
       Cause of death: Poisoning (suicide)
       Case
       On October 9th, 1996, the unidentified woman checked into the
       Hotel Vintage Park in Seattle, Washington. She used the alias,
       "Mary Anderson." She also gave a non-existent New York City
       phone number and address. The woman paid in cash.
       She took cyanide mixed with Metamucil. As she died, she lay on
       the bed with a large, black Bible, reading the 23rd Psalm. This
       psalm is commonly associated with death and funerals. ("The Lord
       is my shepherd...")
       Two days later, when she failed to check out, the hotel staff
       entered the room. They found the deceased dressed in all black,
       with full make-up (including pink lipstick). She had left a
       suicide note on hotel stationery:
       "To Whom It May Concern.
       I have decided to end my life and no one is responsible for my
       death.
       Mary Anderson.
       P. S. I have no relatives. You can use my body as you choose."
       Her belongings included two luggage bags, six stretch velour
       outfits, an olive green purse made of woven leather, a cobalt
       blue jacket, black leather gloves, shoes, slippers, pantyhose,
       Estée Lauder cosmetics, perfume, an iron, a kitchen bowl,
       toothpaste, Crystal Light, and the Metamucil she had mixed with
       the cyanide.
       Characteristics
       Short, reddish-brown hair.
       Brown eyes.
       Neatly-plucked eyebrows.
       Manicured nails, cream color.
       Surgical scars on breasts, likely from a breast reduction.
       A copper IUD and a dental plate.
       No distinct accent.
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       Re: ''MARY ANDERSON'' WF, 30-50, suicide at Hotel Vintage Park i
       n Seattle, WA - 9 Oct 1996 *GRAPHIC*
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       Reconstructions of the decedent (far right by Wesley Neville).
       To view a postmortem photographs, please click here.
       Date of Discovery: October 11, 1996
       Location of Discovery: Seattle, King County, Washington
       Estimated Date of Death: Days prior
       State of Remains: Recognizable face
       Cause of Death: Suicide by cyanide poisoning
       Physical Description
       Estimated Age: 30-50 years old
       Race: White
       Sex: Female
       Height: 5'8"
       Weight: 240 lbs.
       Hair Color: Brown to auburn
       Eye Color: Brown
       Distinguishing Marks/Features: Her hair was combed, her nails
       were painted cream white and she wore makeup. Copper
       intrauterine device. She had some sort of breast surgery at some
       point. It had produced scars beneath both breast and around the
       nipple area.
       Identifiers
       Dentals: Unknown. Denture plate present.
       Fingerprints: Unknown.
       DNA: Unknown.
       Clothing & Personal Items
       Clothing: Black leggings and a black top.
       Jewelry: Unknown.
       Additional Personal Items: The woman's miscellaneous belongings:
       velor outfits, shoes, slippers, black leather gloves, leather
       purse, Estée Lauder cosmetics, toothpaste, perfume, Metamucil,
       Crystal Light, pantyhose, a kitchen bowl and an iron were packed
       in several luggage bags.
       Circumstances of Discovery
       The decedent checked in to a room at Seattle's Hotel Vintage
       Park on October 9, 1996 under the name "Mary Anderson."
       She paid cash for her room. She left an nonexistent address of
       132 East Third Street, New York, NY 11103 and a phone number of
       212-569-5549; the phone number also does not exist.
       When she failed to check out of her room two days later as
       expected, hotel staff entered the room and found her deceased.
       Investigators found a note scribbled upon hotel stationery:
       To Whom It May Concern.
       I have decided to end my life and no one is responsible for my
       death.
       Mary Anderson.
       P. S. I have no relatives. You can use my body as you choose.
       Investigating Agency(s)
       Agency Name: King County Medical Examiner's Office
       Agency Contact Person: Katherine Taylor
       Agency Phone Number: 206-731-3232
       Agency E-Mail: N/A
       Agency Case Number: 96-1207
       Agency Name: Seattle Police Department
       Agency Contact Person: N/A
       Agency Phone Number: 206-625-5011
       Agency E-Mail: N/A
       Agency Case Number: 96-459630
       NCIC Case Number: U640021404
       NamUs Case Number: 12916
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       Re: ''MARY ANDERSON'' WF, 30-50, suicide at Hotel Vintage Park i
       n Seattle, WA - 9 Oct 1996 *GRAPHIC*
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       Re: ''MARY ANDERSON'' WF, 30-50, suicide at Hotel Vintage Park i
       n Seattle, WA - 9 Oct 1996 *GRAPHIC*
       By: Scorpio Date: March 6, 2020, 9:27 pm
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       The cipher in room 214
       Who was Mary Anderson and why did she die?
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       October 6, 2005
       Seattle PI
       By CAROL SMITH SEATTLE POST-INTELLIGENCER REPORTER
       Mary Anderson is fading, as surely as a forgotten Polaroid.
       Her case file has been archived, a thick stack of dead ends and
       unanswered questions, shut in manila folders and buried in the
       county's morgue.
       Tucked into a modest residential area on the edge of Ballard is
       the Crown Hill Cemetery, one of the few remaining family-owned
       cemeteries in Seattle. A maple leaf rests on the headstone of a
       man buried in the same grave as Mary Anderson -- she does not
       have her own marker. Records of the police investigation have
       been destroyed.
       The man who retained the institutional memory of the case
       resigned from the King County Medical Examiner's Office four
       years ago.
       This is just the way Anderson apparently wanted it.
       If there was anything out of the ordinary about the woman's
       arrival at the Hotel Vintage Park in downtown Seattle that
       autumn day, it was only the weather -- a near-record 80 degrees.
       That much is recorded.
       The woman herself slipped by unnoticed. She had called an hour
       or so earlier to reserve the room. She took a cab, got out
       around the corner with two bags and walked into the lobby alone
       on Oct. 9, 1996.
       She signed the register "Mary Anderson." No one spotted the
       hesitation marks in her handwriting.
       There were no tags on her luggage.
       The desk clerk recalled nothing exceptional about her -- no
       accent, nor anything to make her seem out of place in the luxury
       boutique hotel.
       Neatly groomed with artfully shaped brows and a pearly manicure,
       she carried an expensive olive-green, woven-leather purse and
       paid about $350 in cash for two nights in an elegant room at the
       end of a long, richly carpeted hallway.
       This is where the trail of Anderson's life ends. No one knows
       precisely what happened next. Was she absorbed in the final
       details of erasing her identity -- perhaps flushing away a
       driver's license and address book, ripping the label off a
       prescription bottle? Did she anticipate the confusion her act
       would cause? Did she have second thoughts?
       What we do know is this: She made no phone calls. Ordered
       nothing from room service. Instead, in some unknown sequence,
       she put out the "Do Not Disturb" sign, applied pink Est?e Lauder
       lipstick and combed her short auburn hair. She wrote a note on
       hotel stationery, opened her Bible to the 23rd Psalm and mixed
       some cyanide into a glass of Metamucil.
       Then she drank it.
       People who choose cyanide are trying for a clean getaway from
       this life. With cyanide, there is no question about outcome, or
       intent.
       Her note, its corner tucked under the bottle of Metamucil to
       keep it from slipping off the hotel desk, read:
       "To whom it may concern: I have decided to end my life and no
       one is responsible for my death. Mary Anderson.
       "P.S. I have no relatives. You can use my body as you choose."
       'No signs of a struggle'
       When the guest in Room 214 did not check out at noon on the
       11th, front-desk manager Josh Quarles signaled the bellman to
       look in on her.
       The bellman knocked. But there was no answer. A deadbolt blocked
       his entry.
       "At that point, we knew somebody was inside the room," Quarles
       said. Thinking she might be a sound sleeper, or
       hearing-impaired, Quarles went with the bellman and engineers to
       bypass the lock.
       Inside the room, Mary Anderson had propped herself against the
       pillows on the bed. She appeared to have fallen asleep, a King
       James Bible clasped to her chest. Quarles checked her pulse.
       Nothing.
       When police arrived, they found the room "neat and orderly,"
       half a dozen stretch velour separates in hues of emerald green,
       fuchsia, navy and black hanging in the closet. She had a cobalt
       blue Himalaya Outfitters jacket and black leather gloves from
       Nordstrom. Her purse contained $36.78 in cash, but no ID. No
       key. No credit cards. She had packed slippers for comfort. Size
       10.
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       Re: ''MARY ANDERSON'' WF, 30-50, suicide at Hotel Vintage Park i
       n Seattle, WA - 9 Oct 1996 *GRAPHIC*
       By: Scorpio Date: March 6, 2020, 9:27 pm
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       Part 2:
       Police noted her final coordinates -- "head to the west, and
       feet to the east" -- like a ship gone down at sea. There were,
       according to official reports, "no signs of a struggle."
       At that point, everyone assumed that this was a routine suicide
       case. Investigators had a name, contact phone number and address
       from the hotel registry.
       What they didn't realize was this: Everything they thought they
       knew about Mary Anderson was a lie. Her name -- an alias, likely
       made up on the spot based on a later signature analysis. The New
       York address she'd given the hotel -- non-existent. The phone
       contact she left -- a wrong number.
       Mary Anderson was a non-entity, a puzzle. A cipher.
       Nine years later, Anderson's file is the coldest of cold cases
       -- one with low odds of being solved. It doesn't have enough sex
       appeal for tabloid television. It doesn't arouse public anger,
       or horror, in the same way as a murder. Some would argue, why
       bother with it? She asked for her death. She got it. On her
       terms. Case closed.
       And yet ... her death raises other questions: How can a person
       live to middle age without leaving any ties to the world? What
       about her dry cleaner? The cosmetics counter sales lady? Did
       they wonder about a troubled woman in their midst?
       Somewhere, someone must realize that she doesn't come around
       anymore. To push through life and touch no one, to develop no
       gravity that pulls anyone else into your orbit, seems
       impossible.
       Even in her death, Mary Anderson has traction, a pull on certain
       strangers.
       Jerry Webster is one of them.
       'Things start to go wrong'
       Webster, the former chief investigator for the King County
       Medical Examiner's Office, is the closest Anderson has to a
       proxy "next of kin." He is the man in charge of her affairs, at
       least on paper. His initials are next to the order not to
       release her personal effects from the Medical Examiner's Office
       until she is identified. It was he who finally ordered her body
       embalmed and buried at the county's expense.
       Webster, a wiry, indefatigable man of 61, now runs a small
       mortuary in a shopping plaza on Capitol Hill. He does what he
       can to dignify any death. One of his proudest moments was when
       he accompanied the bodies of three Chinese men, found dead in a
       container on a ship in Elliott Bay, home to Fujian province in
       2000.
       It matters to him who the dead are. There are only a few cases
       in his 18-year career as a cop, and later in his 10 years as an
       investigator for the ME's office, that still haunt him. Mary
       Anderson's is one. It's a paradoxical mystery: If Mary Anderson
       wasn't who she said she was, then who killed her?
       "It didn't appear it was going to be a complex case, or a
       difficult one," Webster said. "Then things started to go wrong."
       Investigators ran her fingerprints through the FBI's Integrated
       Automated Fingerprint Identification System. They checked with
       Canadian and American missing-person records, with Interpol and
       the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. They checked with cyanide
       manufacturers, and tried to trace her possessions. They sought
       the help of the media, casting for leads. Within a few months,
       she was officially categorized what she remains today: a Jane
       Doe.
       Lives interrupted
       The territory of the unidentified is its own purgatory. The
       unknown are not easily laid to rest.
       The Internet is full of galleries of the disappeared and the
       reconstructed -- some missing parts of their bodies, faces,
       minds or memories -- arrayed in an eerie, endless lineup.
       The lives of the missing seem interrupted in the most mundane
       ways -- they left to go jogging, or to the corner store. They
       were last seen getting into cars, or leaving bars. They didn't
       arrive at baby showers or jobs. They departed their lives
       abruptly, without explanation: "She said she'd call back, but
       she never did."
       And under each photo, a refrain: Do you know? Do you recognize?
       Please call with information.
       The advent of the Internet has offered both real hope and false
       promise to searchers.
       "Let's say you entered (a set of criteria) into the National
       Crime Information Center database -- 190 pounds, brown eyes, age
       50 to 60 -- you'd get thousands of hits -- 60 pages of them,"
       Webster said. "Then you have to go through one by one."
       According to Todd Matthews of Tennessee, who helped build the
       Doe Network, a Web archive of missing and unidentified people,
       there are nearly 6,000 unidentified bodies known to law
       enforcement agencies, and more than 100,000 missing -- enough to
       fill Safeco Field more than twice over.
       "And that represents just 10 to 50 percent of cases," said
       Matthews, who in 1998 staked a reputation by using the Internet
       to solve one of the most famous missing-person cases of the 20th
       century -- the decades-old mystery of a 1968 murder victim then
       known only as "Tent Girl."
       But the sheer power of the Web still can't overcome one
       fundamental limitation -- unless someone is reported missing
       somewhere, there is little hope of making a match with an
       unidentified body.
       That is why, of the thousands of cases that have sifted through
       Matthews' hands, Anderson's stands out.
       Cold-called by a reporter a continent away, Matthews immediately
       knew her case from its bare-bones description before a name was
       mentioned.
       "You're talking about Mary Anderson," he said. She pulls on him,
       too, for this simple reason: At least those listed as missing
       have something Anderson claimed she did not: someone who is
       looking for them. Who missed them. Who, presumably, loved them.
       A deliberate challenge?
       Perhaps the most puzzling thing about Mary Anderson's death is
       the deliberateness with which she chose it.
       The mind wants to make sense of it, to find a reason. Was it
       depression? Mental illness? A constellation of disappointments?
       Webster is bothered by a different set of questions.
       "I'm convinced she left us clues to who she was, and we missed
       them," Webster said, leaning back in his closet of an office at
       his mortuary. A few months into the investigation, Webster
       remembered that there was a copy of Seattle Weekly on the desk,
       a pressed maple leaf set on a page.
       "The maple leaf might have been a clue," he said. Or perhaps it
       was pointing to one. Based on the symbolism of the leaf, he and
       his team redoubled their efforts to search in Canada.
       Steen Halling, a professor of abnormal psychology at Seattle
       University, shares the view that there were no accidents about
       the way she died.
       "She was very methodical," said Halling, who also recalled the
       case. "As in death, so she likely was in life."
       Halling read something else into her choice as well: "I wonder
       if there was a bit of a challenge in it," he said. "If you're
       going to find out who I am, you're going to have to work at it."
       False leads
       Investigators did work at it, putting in countless hours and
       chasing dozens of leads.
       "It's the only case I never solved in my 10 years," said Arleigh
       Marquis, the medical examiner's primary investigator on the
       case. Marquis has identified people from leads as slim as a
       copied key. Like Webster and Matthews, he still thinks about
       Mary Anderson.
       Anderson refused to yield to their probing.
       "We examined her hands to see whether they suggested an
       occupation," Webster said. Sometimes forensic investigators can
       judge, by the softness of the skin, or a pattern of calluses,
       what work a subject might have done. Nothing.
       Her use of cyanide, however, likely meant that she had some
       education.
       For a time, investigators thought she might have worked for a
       mining company or a chemistry lab -- either medical, or
       university -- where she would have had access to the poison. But
       a search produced nothing.
       Her skill at hiding her identity may have been its own clue.
       Could she have worked for an intelligence operation? Was she a
       spy?
       "That's entirely possible," said Marquis, now the medical
       examiner for Snohomish County. Her appearance was vaguely
       Eastern European, although her command of the written English
       language indicated that she was a native speaker, he said.
       He also wouldn't rule out that she had family, despite her note.
       "When people tell me that, I automatically don't believe it," he
       said. "It's more a request not to look."
       Marquis believes that she was likely familiar with Seattle and
       had been to the hotel before, perhaps had a significant memory
       associated with it. The ZIP code she wrote in the hotel registry
       was for Astoria, N.Y., but checks there didn't reveal any
       information.
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       Re: ''MARY ANDERSON'' WF, 30-50, suicide at Hotel Vintage Park i
       n Seattle, WA - 9 Oct 1996 *GRAPHIC*
       By: Scorpio Date: March 6, 2020, 9:29 pm
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       Part 3:
       There were other false leads.
       She had a copper IUD implanted in her uterus, the implied
       intimacy of it suggestive of a relationship. But the part number
       was worn away, so investigators couldn't trace its origin. And
       no lover came to claim her.
       Scars beneath both breasts indicated some form of cosmetic
       breast surgery -- indicating that she had the means, and desire,
       to care for her appearance. That, too, led nowhere. Dental
       records didn't help either.
       They tried to trace her clothing and makeup to their point of
       purchase, but all were from department stores located in
       multiple states. The lot her Metamucil came from was shipped
       initially to Phoenix, but could have gone anywhere after that.
       Her family Bible had no family listed.
       When all the leads had been exhausted, this is all they knew of
       Anderson:
       She was about 5 foot 7 and approximately 240 pounds. She had
       short, brownish hair and brown eyes. She was likely between age
       33 and 45. She had never borne children. She owned two pairs of
       eyeglasses and shopped at midrange department stores. The brand
       names she wore, The Villager (by Liz Claiborne) and Alfred
       Dunner, were available at what was then The Bon March?, or at
       J.C. Penney. In Canada, she could have bought those brands at
       Sears or Hudson's. She preferred bright lipstick: Starlit Pink
       or Rich and Rosy. She wore Est?e Lauder Private Collection
       perfume.
       But even "facts" can be subjective.
       Light eyes turn darker after death, Matthews of the Doe Network
       said. And it's sometimes hard even in life to differentiate eye
       color. Hair can be color-treated. Age estimates are subjective
       at best.
       Identifying details get reported differently by different
       people, and such creeping inconsistencies are the bane of
       searchers.
       Some things are provable: An autopsy confirmed she was in good
       health.
       But the psyche doesn't yield to the scalpel; there are no
       forensic tests for a broken spirit.
       'Black cloud'
       If Anderson chose an invisible death, it may well have been the
       result of an invisible killer.
       Depression -- undiagnosed depression in particular -- is an
       insidious threat. According to the U.S. Centers for Disease
       Control and Prevention, suicide is among the top 10 causes of
       death in the United States, outstripping homicide.
       "It's a lethal condition that is underdiagnosed and
       undertreated," said Dr. David Dunner, professor of psychiatry at
       the University of Washington and director of the Center for
       Anxiety and Depression. Only about half of those who have it
       seek help, and only about half of those who seek help are
       diagnosed properly and treated. Of those who are diagnosed, only
       half are treated adequately, he said.
       "Unfortunately, suicide is an outcome with a fairly high
       percentage, although the exact figure is unknown," he said.
       Experts estimate the mortality rate for severe depression to be
       about 15 percent. The risk of suicide is about 20 times greater
       for people with depression than for the general population.
       And although men have triple the rate of suicide, women attempt
       it three times more often than men, psychologists say.
       Women are more vulnerable to depression, in part because of
       hormonal interplay with mood disorders, Dunner said. Rates of
       depression are twice as common in women than in men.
       People who are depressed may go in and out of feeling suicidal.
       It is very difficult to predict.
       A feeling of hopelessness, however, is one commonality among
       those who contemplate suicide, Dunner said. Survivors of suicide
       attempts talk about it as though they were taken over by a
       "black cloud."
       The invisible age
       No one knows what Mary Anderson's state of mind was, but her
       deliberate invisibility could itself be a clue.
       At a certain age, women can begin to feel unnoticed, said
       Halling, the psychology professor at Seattle University.
       Women who are seeing their looks begin to change, and who have
       not yet achieved the revered status of elder or grandmother, may
       begin to feel lost in a society that focuses on shallow views of
       women's worth.
       Perhaps it's revealing, then, that she picked Mary Anderson as
       her alias. Mary Anderson was the name of the woman who invented
       the windshield wiper in 1905.
       Was it deliberate irony to choose as a namesake the inventor of
       a ubiquitous device we look past daily with little notice? Or
       merely happenstance?
       For both sexes, middle age is a time of dealing with accrued
       life issues, the "baggage" of messy lives, said Pepper Schwartz,
       a professor of sociology at the University of Washington.
       The changes such unresolved life issues cause in people may be
       subtle enough that those around them don't see them spiraling
       into depression.
       "People forget just exactly what the person used to be like, so
       nobody is figuring out how to respond," Schwartz said. "Pretty
       soon it's a real big problem."
       Looking at the Anderson case from the outside, Schwartz said,
       her method suggests that she really wanted to die. "That's an
       important part of that description. ... I think it's important
       to know she was beyond caring."
       Isolation can lead to that level of despair, she added.
       "We're very much a herd animal, and a coupling animal," she
       said. "We need to have people in close intimate relationship. We
       get strange when we don't. If we stay isolated, we feel
       unimportant, irrelevant and start to get self-destructive."
       Anonymous presence
       Wind rakes the branches of the trees that shelter the headstones
       spread across Crown Hill Cemetery. Tucked into a modest
       residential area on the edge of Ballard, the graveyard is one of
       the few remaining family-owned cemeteries in Seattle.
       In a green-shingled trailer that doubles as a cemetery office,
       caretaker Phillip Howell pulls a yellowing card from an old
       steel file cabinet.
       "Here she is," he says. The card reads: Doe, Jane, Grave No.
       197-A.
       Howell heads across the brown grass to the far corner of the
       cemetery.
       "Quite often this is a happy place," he says, sounding wishful.
       "It's a place where people come to be together and remember.
       "But this back here is kind of a sad area. There's one person
       who was murdered a couple of spaces away."
       A few feet from the back fence, just over from a high bank of
       dirt from already-dug graves, he stops and feels for the slight
       indentation that tells him he has arrived.
       "This is it," he says. Anderson shares the space with another, a
       man buried as indigent. The county spent $479 on her burial.
       There was no service. There is no marker on her grave.
       But there are people who remember. Quarles, who found her at the
       hotel, does.
       "I've thought about her a lot over the years," he said. "It
       shouldn't be that easy to just disappear."
       Webster still wishes he knew her real name, if only to lay the
       matter to rest for whatever family she had.
       Matthews, too, wants to give her a name. "Everyone deserves
       that," he said.
       And Halling, of Seattle University, offered this. "If you wanted
       to, you could disappear. She made herself anonymous, but still a
       presence."
       In that sense, she got what she perhaps didn't get in life:
       notice.
       The sun is setting, and the caretaker winds his way through the
       cemetery back to his office. Dotted around the graveyard are
       monuments to memories of others -- a perpetual garden with a
       bench and wintering pansies at the grave of a teenager, a
       mausoleum housing a man buried seated in his wheelchair -- each
       as idiosyncratic as the person it memorializes.
       Behind him, a blanket of fallen maple leaves carpets Mary's
       grave.
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       Re: ''MARY ANDERSON'' WF, 30-50, suicide at Hotel Vintage Park i
       n Seattle, WA - 9 Oct 1996 *GRAPHIC*
       By: Scorpio Date: March 6, 2020, 9:32 pm
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       Mary Anderson
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       Birth: unknown
       Death: Oct. 9, 1996
       Seattle
       King County
       Washington, USA
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       This Jane Doe checked into the Hotel Vintage Park on Oct 9, 1996
       under the name "Mary Anderson". Law enforcement made an
       assumption that this was not her real name. She committed
       suicide and was found deceased on Oct 11, 1996 with a short note
       stating:
       "To Whom It May Concern.
       I have decided to end my life and no one is responsible for my
       death. Mary Anderson. P. S. I have no relatives. You can use my
       body as you choose."
       She also had a large black King James version of the Holy Bible
       upon her chest, opened to the 23rd Psalm.
       She was white and estimated to be between the ages of 33 and 45,
       was 5'8 and 240 pounds. She had auburn hair and brown eyes. She
       was embalmed and buried in a pauper's section of Crown Hill
       Cemetery with no marker, sharing the plot with another burial of
       an indigent male.
       Burial:
       Crown Hill Cemetery
       Seattle
       King County
       Washington, USA
       Plot: 197-A
       #Post#: 3285--------------------------------------------------
       Re: ''MARY ANDERSON'' WF, 30-50, suicide at Hotel Vintage Park i
       n Seattle, WA - 9 Oct 1996 *GRAPHIC*
       By: Scorpio Date: March 6, 2020, 9:33 pm
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