I worked in a medical school
I had to lift, with me colleagues, the cadavers out of the formaldehyde they pickle them in, for the med students to hack up, sorry dissect.

The first week or so it traumatised the hell out of me after that it was as traumatic as putting the kettle on

The bloke in charge of the body room looked exacly like the pickled bodies he cared for which was freaky if you caught sight of him out the corner of your eye of an evening.

I also saw an autopsy which would have been fascinating if it hadn't been for the amazing stink. Which was some breakdown product of blood and was truly eye watering
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 10:14, Reply)