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Calling all EMOs

Calling all EMOs

Of all the deaths or dead people you've seen, which one sticks in your mind the most?

Tarantino Movies, Youtube and Cartoons don't count. I mean in Real Life (pardon the oxymoron)

You rang?

None, really.

Mind you, I've been fortunate enough to not see anyone die in front of me and my "dead people" experiences are all with unthreatening looking embalmed folks in coffins.

I did see a cadaver once on a high school field trip. All I really remember taking from that was that everyone was doing fine until I tapped my friend on the shoulder and pointed out a fetus floating in a jar of fluid on a high shelf. A girl from the class looked up to see what we were talking about and promptly had to go to the hallway to vomit. Good times.

Fixerd.

I have seen a dead bodies twice (excluding cadavers for anatomy classes) both were pretty nasty.

One was a car accident where a guy was near decapitaed...the head was still attached hanging to the side by some flesh. It was pretty nasty.

The other was while I was on a police ride-along and we found a guy who had hung himself in his garage several days before. Being summer it wasn't the most pleasant of smells.

Looking for wabbits?

I had a hunch Joph had been on another lawn-mowing/animal holocaust gig

pwned

You should have made that left at Albuquerque.

But the question remains. . .


Grilled, fried or baked? (Waste not, want not)

2 years ago this past May. Holding my uncle's hand as the cancer that had ravaged his body finally took his life. Telling him it was ok, while he cried big wet tears down his yellowed cheeks. Listening to the rattling of his lungs as the morphine took effect to take away the pain that had taken him from the man he used to be and made him just a hollow shell.

My junior year in high school. Hearing the codes being called over the ICU loud speakers, knowing that it was my best friend leaving us. He'd been in an accident and had rolled 100ft on his head, severe brain damage, his heart wouldnt accept the pace maker. Not being able to be with him in the end because it caused him to get excited and they wanted his mind/brain to heal. Waiting those long 3 days in the ICU, camped out on those cramped chairs, holding his mom's hand and talking of better times. They sent me to go get his parents who were outside taking a breather. I could hear the nurses yelling back and forth. I found his dad, his mom had left to go pick up his sister from school. The look on his dad's face when he told us all to go home. The tears, I hit the floor screaming. I dont remember anything else till we were outside and they were trying to calm me down. I looked up and there was his Mom, she KNEW what had happened.

Flash forward a few days. I break down again as they are putting him in the ground. My best friend. I still miss him. I'll always miss him. I hate that I'm starting to not be able to hear his voice in my memory anymore. I still remember the last time I saw him before the accident. His big brown baggy corduroy jeans and orange Dukes of Hazzard shirt. It was the first day of us being more than just best friends, I'd finally agree'd to be his girlfriend after years of him asking. He started asking me when I was in 7th grade if I'd be his girl friend. I loved that boy. I always worried though that if I said yes, we'd no longer be best friends.

Edited, Sep 5th 2006 at 5:53pm EDT by Katie

Wow. Post-Doctorate caliber writing. If you send it in, maybe they'll just give you the degree?

Did you not read my entire post? It ran away like 5 or 6 times.
I had to get up on a Saturday morning once and had to go look for it for 20 minutes.

He was asking for it.

In the head? Or did you just keep shooting until it quit moving?