Finding a dead body

This is more of a "I need to get this off my chest" type of thing. Please feel free to ignore or delete if not appropriate.

Well yesterday didn't quite work out as expected. I was visiting my partner and we get a knock on the door. It was the lady from downstairs and a another man who lives in a different flat there. They say they have not seen the guy who lives opposite my partner for a few days and he's usually about. His cars are outside, he has 2 of them. He has lived there for around 15 years and is friendly, if a slightly odd sort of chap. We knock on his door, there is no answer. I try the door handle. The door is unlocked. I step inside the darkened hallway and there is a slightly musty smell in the air. It is very quiet and darkened within. I walk down the short hallway. Then I see him. To my left, there in an open doorway. He is lying on his back on the floor, eyes closed, mouth open. White as a sheet and cold to the touch.

We both leave and I call 999 and ask for an ambulance. They kind of expect me to perform some sort of CPR but they poor chap has been dead for a couple of days. I'm not going to be doing that. A little while later, an ambulance and police car arrive. We talked to the police about it for a little while and then later a black van arrives and takes the body away.

A sobering evening and it has made me think about my own health. He isn't much older than I and has lived a more unhealthy lifestyle but I am feeling very mortal right now and carefully thinking about the future and how I live life from now.

Anyone else had a similar experience?
 
As has been said already, I never realised how interesting this thread would turn out. I just thought I would be slightly ridiculed and that would be the end of it.

This wasn't my first encounter with death. I first saw my Dad's corpse when I was 19 and he died of cancer. I thought, like on the TV, that it would be best to see the body, it wasn't. I really wish I had not. The next time was around a month later when I got home from work and found my Mum had died while I was out. This was 30 odd years ago now and there was quite a gap between then and now and probably why I reacted the way I did. It's strange, I still feel a bit odd today. I'm still not feeling quite back to normal yet. Almost like there is a spectre over my shoulder but not really of course.
 
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