Years ago, two gay guys lived a few doors down from me. Every weekend night they would get into it about 2 A.M., about the time the bars closed. The cops would come, break it up, then joke about it being "Just a couple of q****'s fighting." The fights were so frequent no one in the apt. complex paid much attention to them.
One afternoon, a coworker of one of the fellows shows up asking the residents if we'd seen anything of the guy. No one had, but we had noticed the fights had stopped a couple of weeks earlier. The bunch of us figured the two of them had broken up, and were glad for the quiet.
The coworker called the cops, as she could see through the windows that place had been torn apart. They found the guy in a bedroom closet wrapped in a dry cleaning bag secured with duct tape. He'd been dead since roughly the time the fights ceased, according to the medical examiner.
They never found the boyfriend.