For some time my daughter has wanted to be a paramedic. I think it’s a pretty honorable job, and I’m proud of her for all the work she has put into joining the Fire Department Reserves, going through EMT school, and volunteering with the local ambulance service.
She was doing so well that I thought to help her out by getting her in to watch an autopsy. Now, I would not be able to get her into a homicide autopsy, but I was able to get her into an “equivocal death” autopsy. An equivocal death is where we are pretty darn sure that Billy-Bob dropped dead from the methamphetamine needle still sticking out of his arm, but the Coroner just wants to make sure.
So, we get to the morgue, and she dons the Tyvek suit and poses for a photo with Mr. Bones. Then the Pathologist comes and we wheel the body out. I could see that she had a moment of panic as she considered the dead man beneath the white sheet. The sheet is pulled aside and everything seems to go OK; she even gets to poke at a few of the more obscure inside parts.
Later, I asked why she seemed nervous at the beginning; was it the realization that she would soon be looking at guts and blood? She said no, it was just that, at that moment, she realized that the body, a man, would be NAKED.
Let that be a lesson to all you young men out there... my daughter only will look upon the DEAD ones- before or after is your choice.