Dead Body?

You are not alone although, unless I'm getting paid to do it, I don't hope to see a dead body anytime soon.

I've seen a couple of freshly dead humans. It is a surreal experience, to say the least.

I am happy to say that the only dead folks I have found have been dead MANY years, as in decades at least, and what I assumed are "Native Americans" (I hope). In this area, every time you dig a trench or a pit, you come up with a few bones.

@Wotak - don't tease me. Please elaborate or I will squeeze my caca into your shirt pocket.

I found a good friend just cooling off when I took him his coffee in the morning. Looked just like he was sleeping without breathing.

dent: i chaperoned my younger brother's class for earth day one year, we all walked along this stretch of road picking up garbage. anyway, about a dozen feet off the road, in the brush, was this large, weathered and full-looking canvas bag. i told the kids to steer clear of it, along with the roadside condoms and hypodermic needles.

never did earth day again.

^ That looks like panspermia bukakke on the face of mother earth.

Holy meep. I totally forgot. When I was 15 in a group home I found a kid hanging by bailing(?) twine, that meep they use to hold hay bales together. The kid put a washcloth between the thin twine and his neck to keep from getting cut. He was unconscious. A helicopter picked him up and we never saw him again. We were told he lived although I'm pretty sure he was dead as meep. Funny how those little memories slip by/are repressed.

Besides that I've just seen a few family/relatives in caskets. None in the "wild."

When I lived in Anchorage I found a native dude that passed out and froze to death in the alley behind the restaurant I was working out. It really doesn't look like a pretty death, but i guess it's better than burning to death.

Helped pull a couple of unlucky pilots that had ejected too late out, necks all floppin all over.Took a while to get them out of their seats and chutes.Took forever.Freshly made widow screaming on the meeping pier too.Awful.

I found a dead guy in a dunkin donuts when I was at SDSU. It was 2/3 am, and my friend and I were coming home from a party. For some meep reason we wanted donuts. The front of DD was all glass, so as we walked up we could see a body slumped on the floor, but no one behind the counter. It was a guy, maybe 40 - 50, scruffy looking, but not obviously homeless or anything. Just dead. I can't tell you how I knew. He just looked 100% not alive. Friend and I hopped in the car and called the cops from a nearby gas station. Never found out how/why the dude died. I did learn that he had been dead in the DD for at least a couple of hours before we found him. DD workers were in back, cooking up fried dough for the morning and never even heard the dude come in. Made me sad as meep for some reason.

The closest I've come is driving past a motorcycle accident on the Malahat highway just past Goldstream park on Vancouver Island. It looked like the driver didn't make the curve and he and the passenger in the the meep seat went into the rock face six or so feet off of the road. There were a couple of tarp draped bodies, so i suppose I didn't technically see a body. Other than that, just the usual dead relatives at funerals.

When I worked in desktop support, the great thing to do to all newb desktop guys was to send them on the first ticket to the cutting room. My first (and only time) through there had a chopped off hand on the table. Good times.

My current work leases a space in the coroner's building. Our emergency/fire exit goes through the coroner's entrance, so we occasionally see some body bags, but haven't seen a corpse yet. I need to get a proper tour one of these days.

I heard somebody slip and crack his head on the gym floor in Hartford CT. I walked around the corner and saw an old dude laying on his back, snoring like a monster. He had evidently just died and the snoring was some kind of involuntary CNS response.

My workout after was so-so, and I felt kinda bad about not feeling bad about it. Fitness is important.

My sister used to be an EMT. She saw lots of deadies. She said when you see grey matter, the games basically over.

I found Charlie, a guy I knew. He started a car up and lay down on the couch. He was in a metal building in the summertime and had been there a couple of days. He was swelled up a few sizes to big and something inside him had burst and had blood coming out of his nose puddling on the floor. That was twentysomething years ago and I have not thought about it in awhile. Thank you dent for the memories.

@vasudeva

>My workout after was so-so

kinda hard to workout with a meep, amirite?

Back in the mid 90's my ship was patrolling the gulf of mexico around Haiti.
They were having another mass exodus at the time so we'd pick them up, sink whatever they were floating on if possible, (I once saw a car-sized chunk of expanded foam somebody'd hollowed out and fashioned into a boat) and take them right back to port au prince.
Not a very large number of deaths, but there were a handful of bodies that needed "deflating".
We'd all pile along the rail and watch Doc and mini-Doc shimmy down the acom ladder, jab the poor meep with something and slip the bag over him/her as soon as he/she was small enough to fit.

Sometimes the breeze would carry the smell our way.

Up until about a year ago I worked for the Medical Examiner's office as 'livery personnel' which is to say I was on the bag & tag team. In NJ, as with alot of the country, the ME's transportation is handled by independent contractors who handle the moving of the bodies for the investigators. Anyway, I've seen my fair share of roadside bodies, mutilation, dismemberment, suicide, homicide, neglect, decomposition, etc.

I'd have to say one of my favorites was a guy who decided to fish at 3am during a storm in a metal boat. I suppose everything was going wonderfully for this no doubt inebriated soul until Zeus got bored and decided to light the meeper up like Edison's elephant. The bolt made contact with his head and exited via his left foot, which had a small charred hole in his boot. The thing I found the strangest was although his pants were pretty much intact all the seams had busted straight out leaving just perfect flaps of denim held together by his belt. Kind of like a sick pair of death chaps.

Anyway, I could tell you much better stories and go on for days but I'll cut it here for now.

Other than a couple of open box funerals, the only dead human I have seen was a kid stuck under the back wheels of a semi-trailer. I was stopped at the lights going the other way at the time, and the poor bloody truckie was standing on the median literally tearing his hair out. (It was the kids fault-he came out from behind a bus, against the lights, as the truck was making a turn. His bike was meeped as well).

That, and I had to make the ID on my Dad when he died.

My ex-girlfriend's mother had an aneurysm after having a screaming match over the phone with the cable company. She collapsed, vomited like a champ and a day later she died in the hospital right the meep in front of me. Other than seeing a handful of family members die in the hospital, and funerals, that's it.

Dead people are so elusive.

Not really the same thing but my sister's fiance had a heart attack and died while talking on the phone with her. She ended up marrying his best friend, so I guess it's win/win.

Two Experiences:

I moved into an apartment once and about a week later started smelling something coming through the walls. I eventually realized the smell was coming from the bathroom. Under the sink was apparently a small hole or something to the apartment next door from where the smell was coming.

I called my landlord and said he needed to check on the neighbor. He did. She was dead and rotting. The reek was mind blowing. The police and coroners broke out cigars to try to mask the stench. I never learned how she died.

Another time, I was first on the scene of a fatal accident where a bronco without roll bars flipped on a mountain road. I found the dude pinned half under the vehicle, the upper half of his body outside of the vehicle. His neck was badly twisted. I nonetheless thought I ought to check for a pulse, which I did (and found none, not that I'm sure I was actually on the carotid artery, or there was anything I could have done for him had I actually found a pulse). I covered his face with one of the floor mats I saw laying in the ground. The fire department let me wash the blood from my hands with the fire hose.

A few years ago, one of my coworkers traded his schizo meds for crack. Then he decided to unload a .44 on his cousin, who also worked here. He did it in front of everybody in the shop. It was pretty scary until we got him on the ground. Nobody knew if he was going to stop with his cousin.

I think I remember you putting up a journal about this ^

My step-dad died about three weeks ago. We knew it was coming; he'd been fighting his brain cancer for over a year. When it finally happened, mom called me before she called anyone else, and I jetted over there as quick as I could to be with her. Step-dad was still lying in bed, and his mouth was wide open, as though he were yawning. Mom asked me to see if I could close his mouth for him. It took a few tries of pressing up on his jaw and having it fall back open before I realized he needed to lose a pillow or two for that to work. After moving this guy around a bit and playing with his lifeless face, I succeeded at getting his mouth to look more natural and relaxed, if not entirely closed. If I didn't already owe my mom for a million things, she'd owe me one for that.

^ Tough, bro.

Ugh, seeing dead people sucks, I've seen way too many.

1) We used to have these 2 french hobo dudes who lived in a shack on the edge of town, they dealt in scrap and kept bees, they were basically functionally retarded. One of the Bro's flagged me down on my bike, told me his other bro was 'real sick-. I found the bloated retardo on a lawn chair in the backyard, his eyes were bulging out.
2) My uncle and I were stopped by the cops on a back road in Arnprior, Ontario. A tractor was pulling a car out of the river, it was the neighbor lady that they assumed ran away from her hubby. She was all greasy looking and gross, her arm was out the window, I remember her hand looking like a deflated glove, then I realized her skin had slid off her hand bones and was just hanging there like a flat udder thing.
3) Was in an accident with my buddy Perry, he just had his license and we rolled in the ditch (just driving dumb all Dukes of Hazzard style), weird thing was that there wasn't a mark on him, he was just sitting there, they told me his neck broke.
4) I gave CPR to Henry Korba, dude I worked with, for about 20 min, he was dead of a massive heart attack and was dead as he hit the floor.

Ugh, I no type good

^tough, bro.

Man, this thread has me all sad and meep.

Dang Mr. Lance, way to bring the house down. Also, here's a manhug from Wotak.

@dent

Well, the first was a guy that pulled out of a Burger King parking lot on his motorcycle and got blasted by a pickup truck. He was rolled up into a Raggedy Andy ball of dead meat under the truck as I rolled by. It happened about 500 feet ahead of me and the driver of the truck hadn't even opened his door yet.

The second was a lady in the passenger seat of a Geo Tracker convertible. Her head had been pushed between the convertible top and the windshield frame when her husband hit a truck at an intersection. The vehicle overturned and pinned her neck between the pavement and the windshield frame. Must not have been wearing her seatbelt. I got there before the cops had arrived and watched as he ran around, frantically looking for his dog that had run off while carrying an infant. I think all of the 4 or 5 bystanders, including myself, were in shock by the heart wrenching situation this dude had suddenly found himself in. I still have dreams about that one.

Lol, I just reread this post and found this sentence (quoted below) a bit wtf... To clarify: He was carrying an infant that was obviously in the vehicle with him and his deceased wife/girlfriend. The dog must have been as well because the guy was sort of running in circles, looking in every direction and frantically asking if anyone saw which way his dog had run. I can specifically remember that he completely avoided looking directly at the woman.

I have relived this scene quite a few times in dreams and I am always shocked to awaken with the exact same, overwhelmingly powerful feeling of empathy that I felt that young family on that night. I could not begin to imagine how he must have felt or how he moved on with his life after that night and I'm not sure I'd even be able to move on if I had been in his shoes.

>I got there before the cops had arrived and watched as he ran around, frantically looking for his dog that had run off while carrying an infant.

I was just running out to the company warehouse to talk with a couple of friends and realized one of them was not here at work. I talked with his boss, turns out his mother shot and killed herself just a few hours ago, and his family came by to tell him the news, then he left. She was going through a rough divorce, and couldn't handle the depression, 54 years old.

WTF.