Curious George
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How old were you when you first saw a dead body? What were the circumstances?
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How Old Were You??
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Sha'irullah
رسول الآلهة
I was 5 I think. It was my dad, pretty cool honestly because I never realized how tall he was as I always remembered him being bedridden.
I saw his body be taken out the house and his body in the casket during the funeral. I really cannot recall anything else than that though. It was not a particularly vivid moment in my life.
I saw his body be taken out the house and his body in the casket during the funeral. I really cannot recall anything else than that though. It was not a particularly vivid moment in my life.
Treks
Well-Known Member
I was 6 or 7 I think but it was my pet dog, she was a beagle and about 1.5 years old. She got very sick and my parents had her put to sleep. My dad dug a hole in our orchard and I have a vivid memory of him taking me out there, opening the black 'body bag' she was in so I could say goodbye, then he buried her.
The first dead huan body I saw was my father-in-law in a casket at the funeral home with my mother-in-law clawing at his clothes wailing. He looked more or less the same as he did before he died, just more at peace. I was 26.
The first dead huan body I saw was my father-in-law in a casket at the funeral home with my mother-in-law clawing at his clothes wailing. He looked more or less the same as he did before he died, just more at peace. I was 26.
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Gjallarhorn
N'yog-Sothep
Pretty young. I witnessed my remaining grandparents' funerals pretty early. I would guess around 5 or 6.
apophenia
Well-Known Member
I assume you mean a human body.
I was 32. I was tripping on magic mushrooms with two friends. We were walking near the bay in Melbourne, on a beautiful sunny day. I noticed a body lying face down in the wet sand (the tide was going out). I was immediately aware that this was a corpse, which was strange because it was, as I say, a bright sunny day, and hundreds of people were walking around enjoying themselves. And I was tripping.
I went over to the body and made certain of what I was seeing. Fortunately, I had the sense to realise that it was best not to turn the body over - I'm glad I didn't gaze into a fish-eaten face.
I realised that lots of people were just walking past (5 metres away or less), either acting like they couldn't see it, or demonstrating that amazing human capacity for strategic ignorance.
I left my two friends with the body and went up to the nearest main street. I waited a minute or so for a police car to come down the road ( there were always plenty in Fitzroy Street, St Kilda at that time). I stood in the centre of the road and flagged the police down. Which was a very weird thing to do peaking on shrooms. Even weirder was when the police emptied the van of the various perps they had locked up in the back, and asked me to hop in and direct them to the scene. So I was locked in a police van, telling two young rookie cops where to find a body.
A memorable day.
I was 32. I was tripping on magic mushrooms with two friends. We were walking near the bay in Melbourne, on a beautiful sunny day. I noticed a body lying face down in the wet sand (the tide was going out). I was immediately aware that this was a corpse, which was strange because it was, as I say, a bright sunny day, and hundreds of people were walking around enjoying themselves. And I was tripping.
I went over to the body and made certain of what I was seeing. Fortunately, I had the sense to realise that it was best not to turn the body over - I'm glad I didn't gaze into a fish-eaten face.
I realised that lots of people were just walking past (5 metres away or less), either acting like they couldn't see it, or demonstrating that amazing human capacity for strategic ignorance.
I left my two friends with the body and went up to the nearest main street. I waited a minute or so for a police car to come down the road ( there were always plenty in Fitzroy Street, St Kilda at that time). I stood in the centre of the road and flagged the police down. Which was a very weird thing to do peaking on shrooms. Even weirder was when the police emptied the van of the various perps they had locked up in the back, and asked me to hop in and direct them to the scene. So I was locked in a police van, telling two young rookie cops where to find a body.
A memorable day.
Caladan
Agnostic Pantheist
As far as I can recollect the first dead body I saw was when I was 8-10 years old when I witnessed a man gets hit by a car as he crossed the zebra crossing while there was red light for him and green light for the cars. I remember very vividly his teeth scattered on the road, and an ambulance getting there in a very short time, and the medical team calming his wife.
After that, I don't remember anything distinctly probably until my military service, and well today through recent years I excavated many many human skeletons... no flesh or anything. Although I'm still looking forward to run into the odd mummy
After that, I don't remember anything distinctly probably until my military service, and well today through recent years I excavated many many human skeletons... no flesh or anything. Although I'm still looking forward to run into the odd mummy
chinu
chinu
10 years.
Grandfather's death.
Alex_G
Enlightner of the Senses
Well when I was quite young I used to see some dead bodies with the undertaker covered and from some distance, (like from the car) but still knowing what they were. I think I had more exposure due to a medical family.
In school I remember seeing a video of a motorbike accident where the person was killed, and I remember that being quite a vivid moment, first seeing the point where someone dies. Quite unnerving.
In university I saw dead bodies all the time as cadavers, and for the first time up close and personal. Its quite surreal the way they look just like live people, but at the same time are completely different.
One specimen was particularly memorable, (and dont read on if youre very squeamish) it was a body that had been sliced down the middle between the eyes so that it was in two halves. I remember how odd and 'wrong' it was that I could look on one side and see a persons face, then move around and look inside that same face from the other side. It almost felt like trespassing of a sort! Quite unsettling really.
Later in my course I was involved in pronouncing someone dead for the first time in a hospital, which was the first time I was up close and present before, during and after a death of a familiar patient. Seeing the transition in real life is different to being familiar with old cadavers. So that was a new experience.
In school I remember seeing a video of a motorbike accident where the person was killed, and I remember that being quite a vivid moment, first seeing the point where someone dies. Quite unnerving.
In university I saw dead bodies all the time as cadavers, and for the first time up close and personal. Its quite surreal the way they look just like live people, but at the same time are completely different.
One specimen was particularly memorable, (and dont read on if youre very squeamish) it was a body that had been sliced down the middle between the eyes so that it was in two halves. I remember how odd and 'wrong' it was that I could look on one side and see a persons face, then move around and look inside that same face from the other side. It almost felt like trespassing of a sort! Quite unsettling really.
Later in my course I was involved in pronouncing someone dead for the first time in a hospital, which was the first time I was up close and present before, during and after a death of a familiar patient. Seeing the transition in real life is different to being familiar with old cadavers. So that was a new experience.
I was 8, I think, when I first saw one. My grandfather had died and it was the first time I'd seen a dead body at a funeral.
Back when HIV/AIDS were a real health concern, I saw a dozen friends of mine dying and then dead after battling the disease. I was in my late teens and early 20s.
I saw my mother-in-law and my husbands grandmother dying and death at the hospital.
Recently I was intimately involved with hospice care for my grandmother who died at 94 at her home. The death of my grandmother was all-at-once sacred as well as traumatic. Probably because she helped raise me when I was younger and who I also was very close with, and probably because I was so involved with the entire process of somebody who was dying.
Back when HIV/AIDS were a real health concern, I saw a dozen friends of mine dying and then dead after battling the disease. I was in my late teens and early 20s.
I saw my mother-in-law and my husbands grandmother dying and death at the hospital.
Recently I was intimately involved with hospice care for my grandmother who died at 94 at her home. The death of my grandmother was all-at-once sacred as well as traumatic. Probably because she helped raise me when I was younger and who I also was very close with, and probably because I was so involved with the entire process of somebody who was dying.
The first ones I remember were in college anatomy class. I was around 18. I have worked with other cadavers since-- even helping a pathologist do a full autopsy, which was slightly disturbing. My Opa also passed away last year, the first of my close relatives to do so.
I was in 5th grade, so I think I was 11. My grandfather died from a heart attack and we drove two days across 5 states to attend his funeral.
Sand Dancer
Currently catless
I think I was about 10. I went to a viewing for an elderly neighbor.
I was pretty young (5 or 6). My dad served in Viet Nam, and a lot of his buddies came home incomplete. Every year a couple would pass on, usually due to their injuries from the war (both physical and mental), and we would attend the funerals if we were close enough. My dad made a career of the Army; he was always worried he would die at some point and wanted me to be able to handle it if it ever happened. He died when I was 12.
I saw my first corpse outside of a funeral home or hospital in my early 20's. A friend and I witnessed a pretty bad accident one night and tried to help the guys out. The driver wasn't too bad, but the passenger wasn't wearing a seat belt and suffered from major head trauma. I tried my best to keep him calm and keep him company as my buddy helped the driver and we waited for the EMTs, but he passed away before they made it.
I saw my first corpse outside of a funeral home or hospital in my early 20's. A friend and I witnessed a pretty bad accident one night and tried to help the guys out. The driver wasn't too bad, but the passenger wasn't wearing a seat belt and suffered from major head trauma. I tried my best to keep him calm and keep him company as my buddy helped the driver and we waited for the EMTs, but he passed away before they made it.
Aquitaine
Well-Known Member
Honestly? At least in terms of Human bodies, I don't believe I have ever actually seen one first-hand.
I also don't know whether to consider that a good or bad thing.
Father Heathen
Veteran Member
Some random old lady in a coffin at the church that my family attended. I was there not for the funeral but for some bible school youth thing. I don't remember what age I was, other than that it was early elementary. The pastor's wife tried to shield my eyes even though I've already got a good look. I was rather indifferent toward the whole thing, though. Since then I've had an aunt, an uncle, and 5 grandparents (one a "step") pass, so plenty of funerals.
DreadFish
Cosmic Vagabond
Assuming a human body, I think I was 9 or 10. There was one year where 5 people that I knew, died. One was a friend my age and the others were adults that I knew. I dont remember who died first, but I saw at least 2 open caskets that year, maybe 3, and then my great grandma a few years later.
Never seen a dead human outside of a casket, but have dealt with plenty of dead animals.
Never seen a dead human outside of a casket, but have dealt with plenty of dead animals.
