True story.
In grapevine TX there is a little car dealership on main st that sells mostly junk. One day, I walked into talk to the owner (I sold automotive equipment) regarding some stuff he wanted to buy. He had a very good looking VW Bug late 2000s That two guys were working on, right next to the office. When we walked up to the car they were gutting it. The pass seat was black (interior was tan) and there was spatter all over the interior roof. There was a pool of dried blackish fecal matter and blood on the floor. He explained the last owner had killed himself in the car and the wife just wanted it gone, so she sold it to him cheap. He we t on to tell me this was not the first time they had gotten a car this bad, and when he was done, you would not eve know.
My point is, what's the difference between buying a car you know someone had died in, vs a car someone may have died in. Just get it.....unless it was James Dean's car...