The time my Dad lost a dead body
Well, after a stint in the medical bit fo the army, he eventually ended up back in Blighty with my mum and a kid on the way, looking for a job he could do - given his medical experience, something medical made sense, and he ended up working as a nurse in a psychiatric hospital.

The tales from these days are many and varied, but this particular one happened around Christmas time in the days when it still snowed.

Every so often, one of the patients would croak and shuffle off this mortal coil, so some poor sod would have to wheel them over to the mortuary. On this particular occasion, my Dad was hauled from the middle of the Christmas party with a colleague of his, both a little tipsy, and ordered to take a body over there.

They duly wrapped the cadaver in a sheet, put him on a trolley bed and set off for the mortuary, all the way over the other side of the grounds.

The route went in a kind of horseshoe shape, through some of the wooded area of the grounds, so that none of the patients saw the body being carted off and got scared. Thing is, it wasn't exactly the flattest of routes, and at one point in the journey there was a big dip in the path.

Needless to say, they reached the dip and the trolley got stuck. Being a little druank, rather than lift it out, my Dad and his mate decided the way to move it was to give it a bit of a run up and push it up the other side, giving this corpse one final ride. Pulling back to get a bit of speed up, they launched forwards only for the trolley to stick, and catapault their unfortunate cargo off into the snow, at which point it rolled off down a slight incline and vanished. White sheet, white snow.

They returned with the trolley and said nothing...
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Fri 29 Feb 2008, 9:49, 1 reply)

*click*
rofl.
(Balue Free From Tetanus, Sun 2 Mar 2008, 14:02, closed)