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''MARY ANDERSON'' WF, 30-50, suicide at Hotel Vintage Park in Se
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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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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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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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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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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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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
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