diciest.

The WHAT???

 

 

deceased!!! deceased!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!DECEASED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

BETTER?

 

I kicked in a door once when we responded to a residence for a panic alarm and saw a dead woman on the couch in the living room.

We had our guns out and the primary officer flipped out because he pulled the blanket back and found out it was a mannequin.

True story.

 

Always like telling the new boot at s particularly smelly sudden that he/she is required to stay in the same room with the deco corpse until ME arrive.


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Always like telling the new boot at s particularly smelly sudden that he/she is required to stay in the same room with the deco corpse until ME arrive.

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When I was a part time PO I never had to go to a sudden, but from working full time dispatch in the city I was always told to carry a tub of vicks in my cruiser bag.

 

Had a sudden death once where family was distraught. The ME's contractor funeral home removed the body and the family was freaking out during the process. They called the ME's office and told them that they believed that their father was actually still alive and that we had put a live person in the body bag. He was deader that George Washington. It turned into a fiasco.

 

Worked for a private ambulance about 34 years ago in Boston. We got a CMED call for a possible sudden in Southie on New Year's morning about 7 am. We got there and the caller who seemed a bit s-l-o-w-w-w-w brought us upstairs at about the same pace his brain was functioning, and we were in a hurry since it was a POSSIBLE sudden or maybe cardiac arrest. We make it to the third floor and finally to her apartment where she's stretched out, panties down, arm up, mouth open and two small cats walking all over her and stepping in the excrement she had expelled. My partner (the senior guy-and actually a real joy to work with-we had loads of fun, but he was a prick this morning) says, "Well, check the pulse." So, I did even though we could detect rigor, what, I'm going to argue with a guy with 10x the experience?

He laughs at me and says he has to go back to the truck to call for police and ME. I have to stay with the lady. The friend, shit, I have no idea where he went. The whole time my partner was gone, I just looked from the window, to her, half expecting her to reach out and grab me. He comes back up about 10 minutes later and says, "Did you get her to sign the release form?" I said I considered it, but she wouldn't hold the pen properly.
Police came, we split.

I've been BLESSED to only deal with 2 deaths, on being a suicide. Several attempted suicides, but only one completed and out New Year Lady. Dodging bullets is a God send.

 

During the aids epidemic in the early 90's it wasn't uncommon to haul a body down to the morgue once a week. Was working the Shattuck and it's where inmates came to die.

Being the new guy would have to help the nurses put the inmate on the gurney ( after it was cleaned up and placed inside the body bag ) then take the elevator to the basement and wait for the ME to show up.

Was told to wait inside the morgue, but always sat outside in the hallway. About a hour later a white Dodge extended cab pick -up pulled into the back entrance. The driver got out and he was fairly normal looking and his passenger was a decent looking girl.

Both walked to the back of the truck, pulled out the gurney and then a midget hopped out of the back seat !

All three came inside the morgue, put the stiff on a stretcher, signed for the body, loaded up the truck and drove away !

Weird things happen at night and some i still think of to this day

 

I think I mentioned this before, not a sudden death story, but very cool, death related coincidence. There's a loading dock where the donated bodies for the med school arrive. A security guard has to sign for them late at night. I was turning the corner into the roadway with the loading dock and at that very moment, I mean the exact same moment I turned the corner and noticed the body being delivered, the opening riff of "Don't Fear the Reaper" came on the radio.

 

I had one last winter at my town gig. My partner and I were just about to get off duty after an overnight shift when it came in. Got to the house and maybe it was because I was over tired and punchy from being up since the day before but I kept thinking that one of the family members looked like Greg Marmalard for Animal House. The guys dad is dead in bed, stiff as a board in his tighty ******'s and all I can think of is "HOLY SHIT!!! his adult kid looks like Greg Marmalard". Thankfully I was able to exercise enough self control and not burst out laughing at that point.

Waay back in the mid 90's I was working for an ambulance service. One day we had just dropped off a patient at one community hospital ER's. I was putting the stretcher back in the ambulance when I noticed a old hearse parked on the ramp. I started making conversation with one of the funeral home guy's sitting in the passenger seat. Out of the blue he points to the back door of the hearse and goes "Hey there's no handle on the inside" and starts laughing like crazy . I was like "Um yeah okay gotta go now".

 

I once put coffee grinds on the stove for the smell. I started doing my paperwork and forgot about them in the other room. A bit later they start to smoke heavy, so I take then off the stove and dump them in the sink without looking. The guy was a pack rat and had about 10 years of NY Posts in his sink. They catch fire, and I turn on the faucet. NO FREAKING WATER!!! Next thing I know, the sprinklers are going off and FD has responded. OOOPS!

 

Simple sudden suddenly becomes a crime scene! TOO FUNNY!

 

I forgot to add it was a suicide. The victim left a note with two beer in the fridge for the responding cops. In my rookie panic I grabbed on of the Coors Lights in the fridge and poured it on the burning mess in the sink. Try explaining that one. I know what I would have thought if I was the Boss.

 

Thank GOD it wasn't VODKA left for you.

Citizen or Reporter: So, Deputy Fire Chief, how did the apartment building burn to the ground?
FDNY Deputy Chief: Well, you see, this one guy killed himself and upon investigating the incident, the cops burned the building down.