We were in the living room and he got a determined look on his face and told me he was going for it. He put on some latex gloves that I have for dying my hair and tied a bandana around his face. It was filled with water from where it defrosted and he had to stick his hand down in it to get to the drain. He drained it and then bagged all of the contents and took them to the dumpster. Then he hosed out the freezer. We are still going to throw it away.
He asked me if I have ever came across a cow that has been dead for a few days in the summer heat (his granpa owns a ranch).
My DH had to do that once. We had a whole bunch of meat in there. And then... somehow it came unplugged. He came back from the cleanup operation and declared that after having lived in a fraternity all through college, he never thought he would encounter smells that bad again, but he was wrong. Ooooohhh was he wrong. He still talks about The Day He Had to Clean the Freezer.