Saw my mother in law post-mortem. This is not a Les Dawson joke BTW.
Word hadn't gotten through to me until long after the actual passing away and everyone else had said there goodbyes and left the hospital room, so by the time I was in the room by myself being asked by the nurse if I would like to say my goodbyes she was well and truly a departed spirit, owing more to a waxwork than the previously fluffy Mrs B. Much as I liked Mrs B there was no way in hell I was going to embrace or kiss or even stay in close proximity to the mortal remenants that had been the vehicle for her challenging(difficult) life. The lifeless colourless face scared me to death. Best remember them as they were, that's what I say. At my funeral I want Tom Sawyer by Rush on the sound system, to have my coffin transported in a loud V8-touting hearse and make even elderly relatives chug a shot glass of JD and slam it down, gasping 'Go Gerry!'

Oh, not really a personally intimate experience but had to see lots of images of dead bodies on a TV for various health and safety videos at work, i.e. the danger of fires, the danger of falling 90 feet onto your head on a concrete floor, the dangers of car crashes etc. and if I'd not accidentally stumbled across stuff like this on Rotten.com before I'd probably have hurled chunks in the training room... although what that training mostly taught me was NOT "Don't drive fast", it mainly told me "Don't drive a Rover 200 on the motorway cos if a juggernaut ploughs into you then you will end up skewering your own internal organs with the shattered harpoon-like shards of your own thigh bones and shoulder blades".

So I've just bought a Saab.
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Thu 28 Feb 2008, 22:14, Reply)