Finding a dead body

Three of us kept a heart pumping blood around a dead body in a large pub one early evening for around 10 minutes before the paramedics arrived.
The screams of his wife and the coldness of the body will never be forgotten.

He did survive and is still alive (4 years later)

OH Took me away after and spoilt me rotten for the next few days, which really helped.
 
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Chris Wilson said:
Nah, I have to respectfully disagree, the best thing you can do for a loved one is to be there with them at the end if you can, however hard it may be. And kids over say 10 need to see real death, to appreciate life, as computer games have sadly made them inured to it from I can see.
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Totally agree with the first part of this.
 
had pretty much the same thing when i dropped my ex of at the house of the lady she used to help, i always called in for a chat before going but she was on the floor and obviously dead a fair while, very traumatic and was due to do a night shift but obviously didn't go in .
Also i think it was company and companionship he old lady really wanted and my ex had struck up a good friendship
 
Chris Wilson said:
Nah, I have to respectfully disagree, the best thing you can do for a loved one is to be there with them at the end if you can, however hard it may be. And kids over say 10 need to see real death, to appreciate life, as computer games have sadly made them inured to it from I can see.
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Sadly they will never know you were there so, imo i respectfully disagree
 
m4rmite said:
the ambulance crew arrived and drilled into his calf to administer drugs (adrenaline?)
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Yes, if we can't find a vein, we'll drill into the centre of the ball joint at the top of the arm or the flat bit of the tibia just below the kneecap. We drill right into the marrow so adrenaline, amioderone, saline, glucose or any other required drug can be administered.

I can't link to it due to swearies, but have a search on YouTube for 'EZ IO'. You'll find a video of a US Marine/Soldier having it done whilst he's awake. Believe it or not, the drilling doesn't hurt that much. Blasting the bone marrow out the way with saline; that smarts. A lot.

As others have said earlier in the thread, emergency services staff see this kind of thing fairly often, so become desensitised to it. My last one was on Wednesday night, family hadn't heard from the deceased for a while, couldn't get into the house. The fire service forced entry and I found him dead in bed. :(
 
My ex and I were staying at his friend's flat as looking after his dog.

One day, the postie knocked on the door and asked about the neighbour. He could see just some feet on the floor through the letter box.. Only met the elderly lady once before. Ex's friend had a key for her flat. Opened the door and found her, she was bleeding at the back of the head. She was cold and lifeless. Rang the ambulance who took over. We texted ex's friend to see if she had any next of kin. He mentioned a couple of names which we found numbers in the cordless phone book. Which passed onto the paramedics for whoever to contact them.
 
Found one on a beach in France once, phoned the police and a helicopter arrived with 30mins. This guy was just laying on the beach, naked and had been chewed at by various sea creatures. Looked like he washed up rather than dying on the beach. These days though, dead bodies are daily occurrence.
 
I found my boss dead in his chair at 8AM, had stomach pains the evening prior and died of an aneurism.

Also found my mum collapsed on the floor, my Dad had already phone for an ambulance but the thud woke me up. She had been diagnosed with heart failure a few days prior but was told to come home as there weren't any beds free.
 
Malevolence said:
Found one on a beach in France once, phoned the police and a helicopter arrived with 30mins. This guy was just laying on the beach, naked and had been chewed at by various sea creatures. Looked like he washed up rather than dying on the beach. These days though, dead bodies are daily occurrence.
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That’s a curious turn of phrase - surely it’s as much as ever?

A very grim yet fascinating thread. Like others presumably are, I’m drawn to striking things (outside of everyday realities) that provoke strong emotional responses. Whether those are positive or negative feelings, it’s best not to dwell on them for too long, I suppose.

It’s particularly sad to hear of some of these suicides - poor people :(
 
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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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First and only was my Dad. Stayed with him through the night because I knew he wasn’t going to make it. He made it to 7:40am. We had the thing where his breathing stopped for about a minute and then started up again. It was pretty traumatic. For the few weeks after he died, when I was trying to sleep all I could hear was his shallow breathing with the oxygen mask. It’s not as gruesome as what others have posted, and it’s not visual. But I’ll never forget that sound. Nor the last time I kissed him goodbye and felt his beard against my cheek, a familiar feeling I felt all my life.

You then run through your mind “when was the last time we hugged, saw a film together, you taught me something”. You never know it’s the last time.

There’s a writer in The Spectator called Jeremy Clarke, he wrote a column for around 20 years. In the latter years he detailed his life with cancer. He died yesterday. I have one of his articles bookmarked, exactly for this paragraph, because it’s beautifully written and fills me with emotion:

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My Willie Thorne moment

The sunny, growing month of November is the British expat’s Provençal dividend. Every morning the meridional sunshine comes in through the left-hand bedroom window, lighting my face as I sit up in bed with the breakfast tray and the daily paper. By 11 o’clock it has moved across to the...
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In the final of the 1985 UK snooker championship, Willie Thorne missed a blue, on which the match and arguably his whole career pivoted. As I lie here, day after sunny autumn day, in a state of inanition, I try to calculate at which point in the past few weeks I missed that metaphorical blue and this ineluctable decline into powerlessness became headlong. On which day, without knowing it, for example, did I first stay in bed all day, excused duty? Or, going still farther back, how strange to have felt no premonition, as the plane took off from Gatwick last summer, and her green fields tilted and receded, that I would never see England again? And on what trivial, unthinking errand had I walked down the hill to the village shop for the last time? How on earth have I come, in such a short space, to abdicate all hope and strength, power and responsibility, independence and ambition, socialising, shirts, socks and shoes, and to be lying here like this, a garland ox in its sun-filled stall, passively awaiting the unknown?
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I was cycling home one day and saw some paramedics working over someone as I rode past. I didn't stop and gawk but I did look it up later and found that the chap didn't make it :(
 
I once saw a dead body that had been crushed by a skip. It was awful!!!

Flat as a pancake!

I helped scrape it up with a shovel......

I guess the rat must have been in the wrong place at the wrong time.....
 
I remember back to when I was 14, the guy a few doors down from us died in his bedroom, he was obese and therefore bedridden, they had to use a crane in order to remove his body, that was a sight at such a young age.
 
Diddums said:
The worst one I saw was back in saffrica,
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Dude when I lived in Nigeria there were bodies all the time, we were told not to get out or look at them because we would be responsible for funeral costs etc.
Once there was a body right outside my little Sisters school and we were all trying to lead them in with their heads turned.

When I was 13 at Butlins Pwhelli I went in the outside diving pool early one Sunday morning.
The pool was filthy and you couldn't see the bottom of it.
I dived in, went to the bottom and came out very quickly panicking, my Cousin asked what was up and I said there's a dead body down there.
It took a lot of convincing passing adults until a staff member dived in and confirmed what I'd seen.
We got a free weeks holiday out of that.

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