http://www.nypost.com/seven/11152007/news/regionalnews/sad_weigh_to_go_995800.htm SAD WEIGH TO GO By BRIGITTE WILLIAMS-JAMES and MURRAY WEISS November 15, 2007 -- A morbidly obese woman was found dead in her Staten Island apartment - sprawled in front of her open refrigerator - with the body of her overweight son in the next room. The mom and son - both of whom had been ill - are believed to have died of natural causes. The decomposed bodies of Doris Newsome, 63, and Martin Newsome, 34, were found in their Silver Lake home Tuesday morning. She was lying near her empty oxygen tank in front of the refrigerator, and he was in a rear bedroom, cops and neighbors said. Police said the 280-pound Martin had a lifelong heart condition and had recently been a candidate for a transplant. His mother, a 300-pound former phone-company employee, had cared for her chronically ill boy his whole life, sources said. Officials yesterday were still trying to ascertain who died first and when the deaths occurred. The bodies were discovered in their third-floor apartment at 700 Victory Blvd. at about 11:30 a.m. by Nick Marsic, the building's superintendent. Marsic said he was alerted by the doorman, who had received a call from a local clinic, saying the younger Newsome had missed a blood-test appointment. When Marsic and an assistant tried to open the apartment door with a master key, they "got some resistance" he said. His assistant, Namik Duka, 34, managed to get in through a window and "he found the mother dead on the kitchen floor with the oxygen tank laying next to her," said Marsic. "I was in total shock." The doorman then asked about the whereabouts of the son, and the two continued their search. Martin Newsome's body was found in the bedroom, Marsic said. He said the two didn't get much company. "It was the two of them, all the time - they never had any visitors or friends come by," he said. "They had a very good relationship." Other neighbors said the mother spent almost all of her time taking care of the son, and rarely left the building. "I never saw him go to work; I don't even think he had a job. He was just always sick," said Karen Turner. "The only time I saw him was going in and out of a cab. "Usually, he'd have groceries with him."