Warning: From hereown the text may contain quite gross imaginary.
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So. That was it. An autopsy. Tolerable, even enjoyable, if you didn't smell. Lucky for me I have a good cold invading my body at the moment. When I first saw her (the body) I saw her as a wax doll more than an actual human being, although I have to admit that half-open eye was a bit... not nice. Did you know that your entire fat tissue appears perfectly yellow inside the body? No, I didn't know either.
All in all, no bad memories or nightmares following (hopefully...) the day, but a piece of advice to you all:
If someone you know dies and an autopsy is done to them, do not go to see them. They only show the face so you wouldn't see any actual marks, but the procedure is bound to leave some small changes to their face, as well as death itself. Just don't. I'm not saying this because I think none of you could hack it; I can't know, nor can you be hundred percent sure how you'd react. But you don't want your last memory of the person be of them lying on the table, knowing the presence of the Y incision that thin piece of fabric conceals, knowing what has been done to your loved one. Treasure the memories you already have of them when they were alive. The guys in pathology know how to do their job, so if they pronounce someone dead, they really are dead.
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Oh, and Druusi. We were given the possibility to wear the mask but it became relatively clear soon enough not wearing one was a good choice since it would have just made the breathing more difficult. So, I had the perfume with me for fun eventually.
