Right out of high school,I worked for a greenhouse tat delivered ferns to decorate around caskets in funeral homes. About a month after staring, they set me off on deliveries by myself.
We always went in the backdoor,so once inside, I called out and was told " come in here that is where I am at.I walked into the room and they had just finished an autopsy with the coroner there on guy that was drowned and in the water for about a week.Every thing was layed out on tables. It was a small town so autopsies were usually done at this one funeral home.
Puked my guts out,but I sure got over my fear of seeing dead people
