my friend here use to pick up copses everyday was something aweful,I'll tell about the one that made him quite 'cause I can't even imagine it my self
you know how you can donate your body your body science? well he was sent to pick up a body after it was disected and put back together.he had to put it on a gurney and when he went to move the legs first he said they went completly limp like wet noodles! they had taken the bones out,he had no idea! he ralphed all over and call his work to get him and the car and that was it.now he cleans out port-a-pottys! talk about one shitty job after another!
as for me I use to live in a apt on a main road leading to downtown Cleveland so i seen way to much stuff right on my front porch,seen a guy shot,but the worst was either a old drunk woman fall out of a moving cab and split head head open or when i seen a little boy about 4 run out in front of a van and got dragged down the street,that one still gives me nightmares,i am slowly going to school for nursing i am sure when i finally do that I will have a million storys for you.
I've seen several dead bodies since I work in the news. One that haunts me the most was this guy who fell asleep at the wheel of a big rig carrying Acuras from L.A. to S.F. for a car show. He went off the Pajaro River bridge and flipped the rig over. Imagine an entire eighteen wheeler upside down in a gulch, and when I say 'flpped over', I mean the big boxy part came over the front, not just a 'roll over'. They pulled the cab up from the gulch and they used the jaws of life to get the driver out. I was surprised to see no blood, just a very limp middle aged man with a beard and mustache who looked like he was asleep. It was creepy. I get the chills just about every time I cross that bridge.
i rolled a van when i was 17. we were driving to florida. it was me, my dad and our friend alan. when the van came to rest i kicked out a window and got out. i was ok, just a concussion and a huge gash on my right palm (16 stitches). my dad was also ok (dislocated shoulder), although every once in a while his shoulder does the same thing mel gibson's does in lethal weapon. our friend alan, however, is standing there with his face covered in blood. he took a gash along his hairline, over 40 stitches and a badly injured neck.
My grandmother laying in her casket at her funeral 2 years ago. I was 38 at the time, and it was the first funeral I ever went to, and looking at her, still and lifeless, almost made me faint. It was her, but yet is wasn't.
I reached out and touched her hand, and it was so cold.
And when I kissed her goodbye was the worst.
My cousin Roseanne held me up and walked me back to my seat as I was almost unconscious from everything hitting me at once.
For about 2 weeks after I went in and out of these deep sleeps combined with severe nightmares, and at one point I had a fever of 101. And almost a year to the date of that, her borther, my uncle Joe, died and I went to his funeral. I was a bit stronger, and instead of it all hitting me later like it did with my grandmother, I cried like motherfu*ker at this funeral. Step by step you develop a tough hide, but it always hurts when it's one of your own 🙁