Where to start...?
Back in 1988 when I emigrated to Australia, I found a guy who had committed suicide by hanging (near the Fourex brewery in Milton for any Aussie b3tans).
I've always had a cool head and stayed with the body until the police came. What suprised me was that the police were really sqeamish and didn't handle things as well as I thought they would.

This event was what made me decide to become a paramedic, a job which I really enjoy. I've seen many dead bodies - suicides, traffic accidents, burns victims, bizarre trauma, murders, decapitations and the more routine deaths of the elderly.
You learn to generally deal with things okay (despite being constantly reminded of your own mortality) however, there is nothing - but nothing - that will screw with your head more than seeing a child or infant die.

Seeing dead people doesn't always bother me.
And it bothers me that it doesn't bother me.
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Mon 3 Mar 2008, 5:28, Reply)