Have You Ever Seen A Real Dead Body?

I saw my first dead body last night.

I was walking my dog McGinlay round Preston Docks when I saw a kerfuffle near the Mark Lawrenson statue. I ran over to get an eye full and saw a couple of fellow dog walkers pulling a bloke out of the water.

He was clearly dead.

Not a pretty sight. I've watched more horror films than a BWFC footage editor, but nothing prepares you for actually seeing a real life dead body.

Have you ever seen a dead body? How did you react?

(Please note: your wife when you have sex with her doesn't count)

yes quite a few, its not nice especially when they are very close to you.

Mr Magoo wrote:yes quite a few, its not nice especially when they are very close to you.

I'm not talking about when 96 year old granny dies, I mean real dead bodies that you found in a bush or in your wheelie bin.

When I was doing my A Levels (proper ones in the 80's, not the piss-poor ones kids do nowadays which are basically impossible to fail), I worked at the Coaching House in the kitchen and behind the bar.

We used to have "Special Evenings" (1940's, Bavarian, Beach Party, etc) which attracted coach parties from all over the north west.

The drivers of these coaches got a free meal in the staff canteen which was upstairs, above the kitchens.

One night, as things were winding down at the end of the evening, somebody spotted that there was a party of about forty women who weren't making a move from their tables.

When asked, they said they'd been out to their coach but couldn't find the driver, so they were staying put until he showed up.

I was then dispatched up to the staff-room to try and find him.

I couldn't see him but there was an uneaten meal on the table and the toilet door was locked.

I knocked on the door but couldn't get a response, so it was decided to kick it in.

What we found was the poor guy on his hands and knees, trollies round his ankles with his face in the khazi, obviously dead.

On reflection we should have left him be, but one of the managers (who may or may not now be the leader of Bolton Council's Labour group - I'm not saying) instructed us to pick him up and move him to a nearby settee.

Being one of the youngest there, I drew one of the short straws and, along with another bloke, picked him up under his armpit.

This however, caused whatever air was left in his lungs to surge out with an "Eeuuuurgh!" noise which, in turn, caused the two of us to shit ourselves and drop him, face first, back into the bog.

Before running off screaming like a couple of scared girls......

I still feel bad about it now.

Nobody should have to experience that for £3.65 an hour......

Fair play Breadman, that's a proper dead body story. And no surprise it took place in the gents bogs.

...and it involved a bloke with his keks round his ankles.

When I was 8 we used to go fishing at a local pond every chance we got,and I remember one day finding more than the usual number of people huddled round the bank.
As I got closer I realised they were pulling the body of a small boy from the water. He was aged around 5,and clearly dead.
He'd been missing for 2 days,and it's a memory that distresses me even now.

Yes.................................................................. tonight......................................on another post.

Is he dead then?
Look chaps,we're at the match most weeks; how many fcuking stiffs do you wanna see!?

I think he's just a little dehydrated

i used to go on the wards at the Hospital i work at and have seen a few dead bodies in their beds.

Breaders, my Mum worked at the coaching house for many years so you will probably have met her, her name is Denise and she was a waitress there until they messed her about and cut her hours before they closed.

I've seen quite a few, horrible ones to. It's not particularly a nice subject. You talk like it's an achievement to see one. It's not.

Norpig wrote:i used to go on the wards at the Hospital i work at and have seen a few dead bodies in their beds.

Breaders, my Mum worked at the coaching house for many years so you will probably have met her, her name is Denise and she was a waitress there until they messed her about and cut her hours before they closed.

I remember your Mum well, mate.

I worked with her in the late 80's and always used to chat with her every time we went up there for a meal right until it closed.

Has she got sorted?

I hope so because I like your Mum, she's a nice lady.

no they messed her around by cutting her hours instead of just making her redundant probably to save a few quid. It really knocked her confidence and she hasn't been the same since unfortunately. I was singing and dancing when they closed that place after what they did to her, the scumbags.

I went out with one of the owners daughters back in the 80s, for 4 yrs, free meals all the time.
That doesn't sound nice what they did to your mother Norpig, abit like what goes on today, no body gives a shit..
No respect for people who give there all.

Cheers Magoo, My Mum must have worked there for well over 20 years and they treated her very badly, she became depresssed and hasn't been the same since. If i ever saw the owners on fire i wouldn't even piss on them.

I'm really sorry to hear that, mate.

Your Mum deserves a lot better than that because she was part of the reason the place used to be so popular - the friendly staff.

Give her my best and tell her if I ever come across Peter Clarke or Morris, I'll give 'em a dig from her.

Reebok_Rebel wrote:I've seen quite a few, horrible ones to. It's not particularly a nice subject. You talk like it's an achievement to see one. It's not.

It's usual natshit.I suspect that a fair percentage of folk on here will have seen a dead body, probably a loved one, but hey they don't count!
For the record I've seen three that don't count, my first one when I was 15.
Quite frankly I don't want to see any that count, but whatever floats the perverse mind.

I have seen one, and it sent me over the edge - although didn't realise it at first.

Never forget it, and nor would I want to.

First of all the  the wife used to work at  Smithills part time and sometimes I used to drop her off and pick her up, what a Ballache especially Bank Hollidays, used to fuck our Christmases and Easter breaks up.

She'd no need to do it, I didn't need the Money.

My experience of the place and owners goes back to the 60's, 
They owned a Chicken Factory off bottom end of Chorley New rd, worked there for a time,  with mostly not reets. Anyway one of the not reets decidid he'd go on a mission and started writing abusive remarks on the factory walls about one them being a JP ...Justice of the Peace for which I got blamed,was made to do Hand Writing Test

Wasn't botherd because I knew I hadn't done it then the cunt turns round and said it was me that did it because he was a expert in the Field of Graphology.

So I had no Alternative but to tender my resignation