You know, there are only two instances I remember pretty clearly. An elderly lady dying of a pulmonary haemorrhage. You could actually follow the tracks of her demise. Starting at the kitchen sink and ending at the toilet. To this day I can't imagine the level of desperation she must have gone through in her last moments.
The second one the polar opposite. A peaceful death, obviously. A Norwegian visiting his relatives and staying at one of their houses. Dead for a few days, going by the smell and his appearance. It was august, so it was very hot at the time. He sat in his bed, glasses on, a book in his lap. What struck me was that he was naked. I'm not prudish in any way, but seeing his dick, while he gave the appearance of still being alive, is an image I never will forget. For some reason I also remember his name. The only name I remember from the days when working as a medic.
The second one the polar opposite. A peaceful death, obviously. A Norwegian visiting his relatives and staying at one of their houses. Dead for a few days, going by the smell and his appearance. It was august, so it was very hot at the time. He sat in his bed, glasses on, a book in his lap. What struck me was that he was naked. I'm not prudish in any way, but seeing his dick, while he gave the appearance of still being alive, is an image I never will forget. For some reason I also remember his name. The only name I remember from the days when working as a medic.
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