Corpse in a body bag, on the shoulder of the road in Tijuana, Mexico. Otherwise, just monkey bodies in anatomy class.

The closest I've seen to a dead body was when my grandfather died.... he had cancer, and we knew it would be any day now... then they called, and said he was gone.... we went to his house (an hour and a half drive) and when we got there they were taking him away..... it was weird....

That does sound wierd, reminds me of that scene with the hunter in "Powder", I accidently killed mine when I was making a pit trap just for kicks (I should have known better) the pit filled with water and a fawn fell in it and drowned, I found it the next day.

In total I've seen about 5 dead bodies.

Thats a lot; How old are you?

20.

That is a lot too see, exspecially when your still a young man.

I've really been sheltered from death. I've never seen a dead body. I've never been to a funeral-- I've never even known someone who has died . . . . I wouldn't even know how to handle it, seeing as how I have no experience with it at all.

I went to see my grandmother when she died....... I wished I hadn't.... The coffin material was peach and now I get in a panic When I see that colour in a room.......

I also went to see my friends baby....... That was the most disturbing sight I ever saw....... I mean, she was not even a year old.... The funeral was on her first birthday which made it all the more disturbing...... Thats every parents worst nightmare....

One of my best friends had to go through that....SIDS.
He actually took his son in his arms and laid him in the ground...... I can't imagine that ever.

Oh back when i was like 17 or 18, me and a buddy were driving around one night, we stopped at a gas station, cause of an accident at an intersection. It was a pretty bad one, and we saw them scooping something up off the street. We got out walked over as far as we could and realized it was some guys braisns they were scooping into a glad bag, the rest of the guy was smeared somewhere else on the road. Was pretty graphic, and shit we got alot of bad as stares cause we were laughing our asses off at the poor asshole.

i was walking with my friend home from school one day. we went into her apartment and she went to get something from her room. i went to go to the bathroom and her mom had hung herself with a belt from the light on the ceiling... it was depressing...

itsa wruullly big sheew...

hmmm nope i don't think i have actually seen a dead body... the only ones that i have seen were my grand parents... like seeing there bodies in coffens... thats about it...

*smacks a big V on Shys forehead*

what is the v for

go to a rocky horror night... and tell them you need one... theyll be happy to oblige, but more than likely you will have to prove yourself...

how are you at faking an . . . . oh, sorry. i'm getting ahead of myself . . . . .

I've seen 4 dead bodies in my life.

1.) Me and some friends were hanging outside The Axiom in downtown Houston Tx, were we saw a black guy get shot in the neck by a group of 3 others.

2.) Saw a guy jump from some electrical towers in th feild next to a friends house. The cops were there trying to talk him down. Well he came down alright.

3.) On the way to see some family in El Campo Texas, my brother and I noticed at where our road forked, there was a truck parked in the middle and appeared to have a hand hanging out the door. So we thought we'd stop to see if they needed help or something, but when we walked up we had seen that it was a self-inflicted shot gun wound to the head. (That was by far the most messed up. Its amazing what a shot gun will do to a head)


Christ... sorry forgot to list Sarah

4.) Some friends and I used to do a thing called "Food Not Bombs" Don't ask me why it was called that.... The group was trying to be "political", But we were just in it because we could help feed the hungry. Every sunday we'd cook a meatless dish (alot of vegans in the group) and setup somewhere in either uptown or downtown Houston. After a few months, we became familiar with all the local homeless. I took a liking to a younger female "street kid". She was a nice girl just didn't make the best choices. Her name was Sarah and she had a soft spot for smack.

Anyways... She didn't show up one sunday and it made me wonder, because she never missed a feeding. To make a long story short. I asked around and part of her "group" said that she had been sick lately and passed during the night. They later led me to a room in an abandoned apartment complex that they had been squating in. (It was called Allen Parkway Villiage, but not longer stands today) And there I saw her. I felt sick and I felt that I should of done something more, but couldn't. It was a shitty thing to deal with at 15. I think thats when I developed my disliking for drugs, although I continued to do them, but later on it got to me.

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