When the body bag sat up and asked me what I was doing, I knew it was going to be one of those days. It used to only happen maybe once in a blue moon when we received remains from the police's morgue per the family's request. Violent deaths never settle easy and when we get them they often refuse to believe that they're dead.
The current body bag situation was known in life as Melissa O'brien and the peaceful remains I was working on was her nine year old daughter Aubrey. Drunk drivers often cause restless corpses, they're either killed too quickly to comprehend or they suffer so immensely that rest isn't possible until their killer is jailed.
There's not always anything we can do - sometimes we manage to comfort them and they slip back into death as easy as a baby falling asleep and sometimes we have to cut in through the back of their necks to remove their vocal chords, sew their mouths shut and pray they don't make a scene at their funeral.
This situation turned into the latter when she unzipped her bag and saw the tiny corpse in my arms.
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