Too many....
Watched autopsies with great interest (the smell is nasty, but well worth suffering through)

Helped the local funeral guys --a.k.a. body snatchers-- bag up many a former (I work in a hospital)

Met ambulances in the bay to help grim-looking Paramedics carry out their inactive "patients"

Been to accidents where my "Sir, are you okay?" question never gets answered ("Why yes, he did look mighty gray now that I think about it...")

And, topping it all, my b/f and I came across a suicide-in-progress involving semi-tractor versus 20ish year old girl (guess who won?). We got to speak to her before the final breath... lying to her about how she would be just fine and should just rest until help arrives. Then I directed traffic and gawkers around the scene until an ambulance arrived.

My point? It gets routine after a while. I see them as just still, lifeless bodies. I'm not emotional about it as it's just an ending. Hope that you never get to that point.
(Tukatz, Sat 1 Mar 2008, 0:12, Reply)