Been to about 30 open casket funerals.
Was in the hospital room when my uncle, grandmother, and another uncle died.
My daughter used to go to my mother in law’s after school. She would hang out with her uncle’s dog, who lived on the third floor. Massive American bulldog. One afternoon, she found him dead upstairs, freaked out and called me. She was about 8. I flew there from work, wrapped the dog in a blanket, and had to carry his 100lb. Body down three flights of stairs to my car.
When I was about seven, there was a car accident at the end of my street. Me and a few kids rode our bikes and were first on the scene. One drives was dazed. The other was very dead. Glass everywhere. Lots of blood and other fluids. We stood there, staring at the body until a cop arrived and shooed us away.