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Things That Make You Go 'Ewww'

Hookabelly

Hookabelly

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MojoRison said:
There's not much that will make me go ewww but for this exercise I will say that retrieving a body that has been trapped under the ice for a winter, then experience a spring thaw has a very distinct look and odor.
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MojoRison said:
The major difference I found was the sweet undertone found in humans. I had to remove a gentlemen from his hotel room one summer, he had over dosed and was found 5 days later after a long weekend. The room was stifling and the body was bloated, decomposing, it purged he's stomach contents and emptied his bowels. On the ride back to morgue he had released gases so foul we had to stop and wait for 45/mins until the air was tolerable again.
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Oh MAN Mojo what do you do for a living? I hope you are well paid! Does it ever freak you out? That kind of shit would haunt me forever.
 
MojoRison

MojoRison

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Hookabelly said:
Oh MAN Mojo what do you do for a living? I hope you are well paid! Does it ever freak you out? That kind of shit would haunt me forever.
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I had work for a body removal service while going to college, our job was pick up the deceased and deliver them to either the coroner's morgue or to the funeral home. Believe or not I was paid a pittance, $10 per person and to make matters slightly more macabre I had made a decent living at it. I had be doing that job for over a year and been witness to some horrific sights in that time but what had finally turned me away was not what most would envision. We were busier than usual the weather had claimed many elderly and we had a terrible hwy crash due to a long weekend party gone too far, the morgue was close to being full. My pager goes off {yes a pager} for what seemed the hundredth time, so I get dressed and meet my partner downstairs. She was cool in her own way, loved Leonard Cohen and had very dry sense of humour a definite plus in that job, strong as an ox too. She is not saying much so I keep my mouth shut and quietly sip my tea. Upon arriving we're met by the head detective and told to wait for a bit longer, we understand and wait by our car. A little time passes and we're ushered inside, it's your typical home, full of warmth and love but there is something in the air, despair hangs like a lead drape, covering everything and everyone and I feel it immediately. The detective whispers "they just need a couple more minutes" and silently leaves, my partner and I standing there like a couple of specters, dark in our dress with a look of having seen death and welcome him as a friend leer from the corner. Time passes. The father stands and come towards me, walking as if in a dream he hands me a swaddled cloth, I reach out and know what I'm supposed to say but can't and stand there mute. He mentions we had better go now before his wife lost her composure and does something, we part our ways, never to return...

Entering the morgue's freezer once again, a place I visited many times that day but this was to be my last. After checking in the deceased I placed the cloth bundle next to the others but before leaving I turn and look at the scene. When I had started the day or night I forget which one to be honest, the place had been empty so in a very weird and odd way I personally had filled this morgue.

It doesn't so much haunt me but it's given me a deeper sense of understanding, of that there is no doubt.
 
ShazMo09

ShazMo09

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MojoRison said:
I had work for a body removal service while going to college, our job was pick up the deceased and deliver them to either the coroner's morgue or to the funeral home. Believe or not I was paid a pittance, $10 per person and to make matters slightly more macabre I had made a decent living at it. I had be doing that job for over a year and been witness to some horrific sights in that time but what had finally turned me away was not what most would envision. We were busier than usual the weather had claimed many elderly and we had a terrible hwy crash due to a long weekend party gone too far, the morgue was close to being full. My pager goes off {yes a pager} for what seemed the hundredth time, so I get dressed and meet my partner downstairs. She was cool in her own way, loved Leonard Cohen and had very dry sense of humour a definite plus in that job, strong as an ox too. She is not saying much so I keep my mouth shut and quietly sip my tea. Upon arriving we're met by the head detective and told to wait for a bit longer, we understand and wait by our car. A little time passes and we're ushered inside, it's your typical home, full of warmth and love but there is something in the air, despair hangs like a lead drape, covering everything and everyone and I feel it immediately. The detective whispers "they just need a couple more minutes" and silently leaves, my partner and I standing there like a couple of specters, dark in our dress with a look of having seen death and welcome him as a friend leer from the corner. Time passes. The father stands and come towards me, walking as if in a dream he hands me a swaddled cloth, I reach out and know what I'm supposed to say but can't and stand there mute. He mentions we had better go now before his wife lost her composure and does something, we part our ways, never to return...

Entering the morgue's freezer once again, a place I visited many times that day but this was to be my last. After checking in the deceased I placed the cloth bundle next to the others but before leaving I turn and look at the scene. When I had started the day or night I forget which one to be honest, the place had been empty so in a very weird and odd way I personally had filled this morgue.

It doesn't so much haunt me but it's given me a deeper sense of understanding, of that there is no doubt.
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Mate, how did you find that job...? You don't regularly find them on the internet lol.

Also, was it a child in that story? You never mentioned...
 
MojoRison

MojoRison

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ShazMo09 said:
Mate, how did you find that job...? You don't regularly find them on the internet lol.

Also, was it a child in that story? You never mentioned...
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I partied with a guy who was studying to be a mortician {family business} and he mentioned he couldn't do the job anymore because of school and asked if I was interested. It was indeed a child and he had passed away due to S.I.D.S. He was 8mths old.
 
Hookabelly

Hookabelly

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MojoRison said:
I partied with a guy who was studying to be a mortician {family business} and he mentioned he couldn't do the job anymore because of school and asked if I was interested. It was indeed a child and he had passed away due to S.I.D.S. He was 8mths old.
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Oh my…. that must have been so hard for the parents, and looks like it broke through the walls you had to build just to do the job.
 
HoLE

HoLE

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believe it or not there is really only one thing that can make me wretch the smell the taste or even the feel of BUTTER not weed butter bread and BUTTER BUTTER you wanna defeat the HoLE Bring a qp of butter and I'll be running
 
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