Unwashed armpits, groin musk, a putrid smell of unwashed and slowly decaying clothing and old socks, excrement butt smell, yellow, urine-stained tightie whities, and god knows what else that holds the key to Shane's fetid aroma.

"Well crap", Shane once said that his smell wasn't all that bad, "who cares, some girls like the natural male smell" No one is fainting near him, he added. "I'll just slap a little aftershave on me", he concluded.

A good canidate for cremation.