When I was a lowly student and my first job was in a morgue, one of the first lessons was that you respect everyone who comes through the door, including the dead.
They were once people with dreams and aspirations and should be treated as you would want to be treated.
A guy I knew was sacked for taking pictures with the bodies on his phone and sending them to friends.
If I'd known at the time I would have decked the prick.
They were once people with dreams and aspirations and should be treated as you would want to be treated.
A guy I knew was sacked for taking pictures with the bodies on his phone and sending them to friends.
If I'd known at the time I would have decked the prick.
Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni:
"You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???"
