Walk to the morgue. Last journey: Photo tour to the morgue (79 photos)

It all starts with the fact that a person dies.

This can happen at home, or outside the home, or even in the hospital. Death can be detected immediately - by those around or close, or maybe after a different amount of time, which affects the form in which the corpse will be delivered to the morgue.

On “suspicion of death” they call an ambulance, with which the police arrive. The doctor declares death, and the body is taken to the morgue.
If the death occurred in a hospital, the police do not seem to be needed.

1. And so, they bring him here ...

2. A door with a sign "reception of bodies", a forgotten gurney, and right there - coffins

5. The mortuary consists of two floors and a basement. The first refrigerating chamber is disabled for lack of need for it (the second one is enough, which is in the basement)

6. Then there is a table on which the body is washed if necessary. Please note - the table is granite. According to the orderly, such tables (Russian, stone) are much more convenient than more modern iron (imported) ones - they do not rattle and are easier to clean. It is these tables that are used in the morgue, which appeared some time ago on the Internet marked "Prison morgue" (although in fact this is one of the Moscow morgues at the time of the influx of customers) - the rest of the photos can be found by Google.

7. Then measurement takes place (height is measured - to determine the size of the coffin: the coffin must be 20 cm longer than the body) and registration. Here the ambulance doctor hands over the body to the orderly on duty and Required documents. At this moment, a person finally ceases to be a person, and instead of a full name, he is assigned a number, which is written on a tag and tied to his wrist (a more familiar option is to a toe).

8. Orderlies working here in daily shifts and regularly touching all sorts of different things are required to wash their hands often and wash themselves completely. For this purpose, the morgue is full of sinks, showers and changing rooms.

11. By the way, there is also Internet and Wi-Fi in the morgue (in a hospital where patients are alive, such a benefit is not provided)

12. Relatives need the registry more - after all, it is here that the registration of the services provided by the mortuary takes place, a death certificate is issued, etc.

13. A person is capable of dying suddenly or after a long illness. Citizens who have been observed by various doctors and have corresponding records in the medical records (medical records at the place of treatment), after being delivered to the morgue, are sent to the dressing room, where orderlies bring them into proper shape using simple cosmetics

16. The range of services of the morgue also includes the sale of coffins and accessories, the organization of farewell, funeral services and the provision of funeral transport.

18. Coffins, wreaths and other exhibited in the sales area

21. And also in the corridor of the first floor

23. And for some reason in the toilet

24. The coffin on the right is Muslim

25. The cat on the "roof" of the Muslim coffin is not included. By the way, there are four cats here - a cat and three cats. Keep them to control the absence of rodents that tend to eat the body.

26. In addition to the length (from 160 to 210), the coffins differ in width. For obese citizens, a standard coffin called a "deck" is provided.

For completely non-standard, it is possible to make a coffin to order.

27. If the death of a person was not so predictable, his body is sent for an autopsy. The autopsy takes place in rooms called "sectional rooms". Sectional look like this (the explosive metal tables are just here)

30. Autopsy tools

31. Another sectional, with its own tools

34. Hard lining-pillow under the head - numerous serifs from the tool

35. During the autopsy, the necessary samples, analyzes, samples are taken from the corpse

36. These samples are sent for analysis to the laboratories located on the second floor.

39. Place on duty on the second floor

40. Forensic experts have not been here for a long time, they left an empty room

41. But there are many laboratories

43. We look into several of them - a lot of equipment, understandable and not completely

46. Next Lab

49. Just Jungle

50. And one more laba

53. This unit is alive. It regularly squeaks and moves, the lid rises, the drum with cans makes some movements

54. The archive is filled in real time

55. There is also an archive on the second floor, in a more familiar form

57. And this is what thin tinted sections of organs look like, which are considered to determine the causes of death

59. Research answers

60. There is also an auditorium where students come

62. Although there are only two floors and a basement, there is an elevator, because it is inconvenient to move along the ladder with a wheelchair. The elevator connects the first floor and the basement, and on the second floor is its engine room

65. There is also a ventilation room

67. Rest room for orderlies

68. And the dining room where the mortuary workers have lunch

69. Also, the morgue has a roof - in good weather, you can go to hang out on it, start fireworks, etc., but in winter there is knee-deep snow on it

70. Basement of the morgue. First of all, in the basement there is another sectional and main refrigerator

72. A bag is put on the head of a corpse so that the face does not dry out.

73. Three cats live in the basement (there are two in the frame, the third was washed off ahead of time)

74. An unused pressure chamber-on-wheels is stored, to which nurses go to smoke.

75. And old medical records of long-dead and buried citizens

76. Underground tunnels converge to the basement of the morgue, connecting all the buildings of the hospital

78. After all the autopsy procedures, make-up, dressing, etc., traditionally on the third day the body in the coffin is given to relatives - from this veranda, where artificial flowers covered with snow stand forlornly

79. Well, what can I say in conclusion? According to the result of my communication with the orderly working there, it’s not at all scary to work there, it’s interesting in places, but mostly ordinary. And we cross our fingers so that you and your loved ones will not soon find themselves in this or a similar institution.

Thank you for attention! I hope it was interesting and not too disgusting.

Author: A few days ago I happened to visit an ordinary morgue. It would seem, what's wrong with that? Well - the morgue, well - we'll all be there. That's the point, that without being an employee of the morgue or his friend, there is no special opportunity for "outsiders" to inspect and even more so to shoot all the premises. Relatives of the deceased visit only the farewell hall and a couple of rooms ready for their reception, medical students visit the audience and sometimes the sectional.
In the review under the cut, I suggest that you familiarize yourself with how the true last path happens - the path of the body from the moment of death to the moment the coffin with the body is issued to relatives for further burial / sending to the crematorium. The review is illustrated, but as ethical as possible. There is only one corpse in the pictures, and the one with a bag on his head.

It all starts with the fact that a person dies.
This can happen at home, or outside the home, or even in the hospital.
Death can be detected immediately - by those around or close, or maybe after a different amount of time, which affects the form in which the corpse will be delivered to the morgue.

1. And so, they bring him here ...

2. A door with a sign "reception of bodies", a forgotten gurney, and right there - coffins

5. The mortuary consists of two floors and a basement. The first refrigerating chamber is disabled for lack of need for it (the second one is enough, which is in the basement)

7. Then measurement takes place (height is measured - to determine the size of the coffin: the coffin must be 20 cm longer than the body) and registration. Here, the ambulance doctor hands over the body and the necessary documents to the orderly on duty. At this moment, a person finally ceases to be a person, and instead of a full name, he is assigned a number, which is written on a tag and tied to his wrist (a more familiar option is to a toe).

11. By the way, there is also Internet and Wi-Fi in the morgue (in a hospital where patients are alive, such a benefit is not provided)

12. Relatives need the registry more - after all, it is here that the registration of the services provided by the mortuary takes place, a death certificate is issued, etc.

16. The range of services of the morgue also includes the sale of coffins and accessories, the organization of farewell, funeral services and the provision of funeral transport.

18. Coffins, wreaths and other exhibited in the sales area

21. And also in the corridor of the first floor

23. And for some reason in the toilet

24. The coffin on the right is Muslim

25. The cat on the "roof" of the Muslim coffin is not included. By the way, there are four cats here - a cat and three cats. Keep them to control the absence of rodents that tend to eat the body.

26. In addition to the length (from 160 to 210), the coffins differ in width. For obese citizens, a standard coffin called a "deck" is provided.

For completely non-standard, it is possible to make a coffin to order.

30. Autopsy tools

31. Another sectional, with its own tools

34. Hard lining-pillow under the head - numerous serifs from the tool

35. During the autopsy, the necessary samples, analyzes, samples are taken from the corpse

36. These samples are sent for analysis to the laboratories located on the second floor.

39. Place on duty on the second floor

40. Forensic experts have not been here for a long time, they left an empty room

41. But there are many laboratories

43. We look into several of them - a lot of equipment, understandable and not completely

46. Next Lab

49. Just Jungle

50. And one more laba

53. This unit is alive. It regularly squeaks and moves, the lid rises, the drum with cans makes some movements

54. The archive is filled in real time

55. There is also an archive on the second floor, in a more familiar form

57. And this is what thin tinted sections of organs look like, which are considered to determine the causes of death

59. Research answers

60. There is also an auditorium where students come

65. There is also a ventilation room

67. Rest room for orderlies

68. And the dining room where the mortuary workers have lunch

69. Also, the morgue has a roof - in good weather, you can go to hang out on it, start fireworks, etc., but in winter there is knee-deep snow on it

70. Basement of the morgue. First of all, in the basement there is another sectional and main refrigerator

72. A bag is put on the head of a corpse so that the face does not dry out.

73. Three cats live in the basement (there are two in the frame, the third was washed off ahead of time)

74. An unused pressure chamber-on-wheels is stored, to which nurses go to smoke.

75. And old medical records of long-dead and buried citizens

76. Underground tunnels converge to the basement of the morgue, connecting all the buildings of the hospital

Thank you for attention! I hope it was interesting and not too disgusting.

We planned the event for 3 days and there was very little time to prepare (make inquiries, make contacts). From the inventory we had only a list of morgues. Since the concentration of morgues is the highest in the central region, we decided to systematically bypass them (“They will send us to one, we will go to another”). We immediately decided that there was no point in selling lies: "A man must see a corpse at least once" :).

At first we were, ended up in the Infectious Diseases Hospital, the local watchman was not particularly accommodating:

Can you get into the morgue?

On an excursion.

No, the morgue is closed.

And in general, in principle, is it real?

No, today is Sunday and the morgue is closed!

And we sank to the hospital on Liteiny. Having successfully bypassed the checkpoint, we easily found the morgue. There was a back door and a distribution room. We didn’t like it in the issuing hall, it seemed a little boring, and we decided to knock on the back. A decently dressed guy of about thirty came out, asked what we wanted.

Can you get into the morgue?

In principle, you can, but why do you need it?

To strengthen the spirit.

Well, let's go ... Only it smells bad there.

There were wreaths, coffins, other inventory. The man approached the bolted door, removed the bolt and opened it... All my ideas about morgues collapsed. In a small room, on the tables, there were corpses, almost in a pile, naked, of an unnatural greenish-gray color, thin, half-decomposed ... What he saw completely interrupted the smell. I looked at all this for about 2 minutes, peered into the details so that my consciousness would not push the picture out.

And it still needs to be opened ... - the guide said.

Is it possible to get an autopsy?

The doctor does the autopsy...

Where can you buy entrance tickets?

You guys need to go to Ekaterininsky 10, to the city morgue: there are drowned people, and firearms, and knives ...

On this we thanked the guide, wrote down the address and left. We agreed that they were not real, they looked like wax figures. In the rest, namely in the "shock" of what we saw, we did not agree. Then I walked along the Nevsky, feeling the unnaturalness of the world, where even the corpses do not look like themselves.

Alexander, 19.03.2006

This report is a good example of how you can "tune in" to the awareness of death. Make sure we are all mortal. And all of us sooner or later "play in the box." Another good example is that Alexander, who proposed and carried out this trip to the morgue, very creatively approached the practice of awareness of death :). What pleases me, as a training leader, in general (it's always nice to work with people who are ready to try and seek their knowledge). This is not only an example of "attuning to the awareness of death", but also an example of an independent search.

The only drawback that can be noted from this report (dedicated to the practice of death awareness) is the poor use of the results of this experience for a deep and serious study of the topic of death. In my opinion, most of this undoubtedly valuable experience was simply not used.

This experience could serve as a strong impetus, an incentive to search for inner knowledge about death, as well as to deepen and strengthen the idea of death. In this case, I can state a weak reflection on this experience - "internal excavations were never carried out" :), as well as a weak transfer of this into my life. If this experience was used later, it was used extremely inefficiently. This came up in a follow-up session where the results for the week were discussed. However, in fairness, it is worth noting that this was the beginning of the practice of awareness of death. In any case, this is another step forward.

Valery Chugreev, 03/23/2005

huravi 25.03.2009 17:39

i study at a medical college literally yesterday we went to the morgue after the trip, a taste for life appeared, everything became somehow more acutely aware that you live, but sooner or later you will also lie on the autopsy table
SHORT WE WILL LIVE

Evgeny 26.09.2010 23:36

Guys, to be shocked, you need emotions.
Not just corpses.
Emotions are to take the body of the deceased / dead woman and, under the painful cry of loved ones and relatives, take it out into the street and take it to the cemetery (or carry it).
And then - to keep.
You will receive the biggest shock when it will be your relatives and friends or relatives of your loved ones. Or your friends. That's when you will understand xy from xy.
And so - you're just a little more. And they did not see death, although they looked at it with all their eyes.

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Nina 13.06.2012 11:25

Fully agree with Evgeny
And also - to realize it, you need to go home to the deceased (just on the street, with you) on your own and inform your relatives about the death - and fully feel the full weight of such news ...
After all, the dead, apparently, do not matter - it’s hard for the living, who have lost loved one...

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_-Shadow-_ 10.10.2016 10:32

Studied in honey, were at the autopsy once.
In parallel, I have been reading Lobsang Rampa for several days now. It was easier to tune in to the fact that I would see just a body. And the autopsy is like cutting old special clothes into rags.

As it was written above - in fact, the corpse looked like an ideal wax doll (there was a girl of about 6 years old. It is enough to look at just a leg or an arm. This instantly caught my eye. A wax doll with the feeling that she is almost alive Just a little more and she will start moving by herself (the corpse was fresh, almost from a hospital bed).

I noticed that when they cut the body, I had a nasty feeling. It's like I'm being cut open... under anesthesia. Feelings are spot on. There is no pain, but the sensations themselves are nasty. Who was injected with an anesthetic, he knows.

All this slimy and wet, all this offal is unpleasant. But I did not notice a strong revulsion. I was more afraid of the smell than the contents of the person. When there is no smell, then it's not so disgusting)))

However...the expected stench was not there (it's still good that the body was young, and not some rotten and slagged adult/old man)))
There was a specific smell. I remember him well. I hear it distinctly when I pass by the meat department in the market)))

There was a vague and incomprehensible attitude to all this. Obsessive fears emerged from the old that this piece of meat had its own life (some kind of hostile entity that could suddenly wake up and start moving). I had the same garbage in relation to the TV as a child - there was an obsessive fear that something lives in it. Fear that it might come to life, "turn on".
From the new - that it's just a useless manikin or "a la Lego" constructor. True, without much opportunity to collect it back))
There was some anxiety about this abandoned body. "What's next for him?" I noticed in myself the fuss and haste, as if something else could be corrected or done better.
There was also some sadness. Something ended, something broke, it became empty and boring - that's how it can be defined. The main thing then is not to indulge)
I still understand that this sadness is not normal. Something is wrong here, there should not be any gravity. Death should be easier and simpler than we used to perceive it.

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I was in the morgue once and a very long time ago, when I had an internship in the operational department of the police. For days on end, I was doing just that, sorting through papers in a dark office, sewing files and drinking tea in the background of a series about cops playing on a tube TV. The opera said that all these films are fairy tales and naive comedies to relieve stress, this does not happen in life.

Sometimes it turned out to communicate with operas about work. O personal life no one spoke, because no one had it. I was immediately warned that if I wanted to be an operative, then I would have to forget about normal relations with women. This work is difficult, nervous, paperwork and "round the clock". Romantics and dreamers have nothing to do here. There will be no time to pay due attention to the lady of the heart.

Several times we made duty trips to communal apartments, I saw how people live in them and what they do there. I remember how we knocked on the door of a woman who turned to the police to find her missing husband, and her husband opened the door. It turns out that he returned home long ago, but his wife was too lazy to report this to the police.

The opera house was warned that they would definitely take me to the morgue, they would show me a lot of blind man's blind spots. I got excited, because I didn't know how I would react to the smells and what I saw "the other side of life", but I resolutely agreed to the excursion, since the obligatory report on the practice had to be made interesting and "excellent".

That day has come, and we rushed to the morgue. Why exactly we arrived here, what is required of me there, no one told me and did not explain. I had no time for questions - I thought about whether I would be sick or not. We arrived at the place, went into the building, someone gave me a gown, rubber gloves and a medical mask, and after 15 seconds I was ready to "hike".

We left the lobby and found ourselves in a brightly lit room, where there were several tables, on one of them lay a body, which I was prevented from examining by working people in dressing gowns. They talked about something, joked and laughed, calmly went about their business. I didn’t feel sickening smells, on the contrary, there was an interesting specific smell that was new to me. My internal tension began to pass, and I relaxed.

We went further and found ourselves in a cold room, which I called to myself "a wax museum." I have never seen so many bodies and did not expect to see. They lay on the floor, on shelves, in the aisles, on wheelchairs, everywhere. The first thing that struck me about them was the unnatural size of the bodies. Each figure, as it seemed to me or seemed to me, had some kind of swelling, because of which they looked like dolls, and not like people, albeit dead ones. Not all "wax figures" had their mouths or eyes closed, not all of them lay in their place in a delicate pose. They don't stand on ceremony here, and I understood that right away. The second striking thing for me was that the skin color of dead man can be completely different shades, and all these shades are disgusting and unpleasant to look at.

A morgue worker pushed a gurney past me with a body covered by a sheet, and his pale, protruding hand touched my dressing gown. Nothing special, but memorable.

Following us, another police officer arrived with a camera and began to photograph the body of a man with tattoos on his shoulder. He filmed him from different angles and angles, and the last shots were made standing above him on a stool. The photographer did his job so recklessly, as if he did it on a paid order at some wedding. The body of this man, finally, was imprinted forever, but someone was impatient to make him speak, and with the index fingers on his lips they began to playfully help him close and open his mouth.

After that, a young man appeared inside, he was led to the body of an elderly woman and asked: "Is this her?" The guy answered in the affirmative that this was his mother, and I was asked to write down on a piece of paper all the data about him and his late mother.

I spent only 30 minutes there or a little more, and there are already so many events, but everything was just beginning.

We were asked to find the corpse of some gypsy, and we all silently began looking for him for some reason. His body lay in an adjacent room, in which there were even more dead people. His blue-green body was found and laid in the aisle, and then removed back. As I understand it, the issue with the gypsy was somehow resolved.

After that, we went to a large package, they opened it for us, and I saw a rotten head of a man with worms. The decomposed body of a man, who was found in the basement of a residential building, was packed in a bag. I was told that I needed to identify the identity of this person, and for this it would be a good idea to take his fingerprints. We began to open this unbearably smelly package further to get to the dead man's hand, and I felt sick from the cadaverous smell. I didn't go any further with it. The hand was found, but it was dark in color, and we doubted the effectiveness of fingerprinting. But it was decided to try to take fingerprints. Due to the fact that the dead man's fingertips fail when pressed and do not have elasticity, it is necessary to inject some liquid from a syringe under the skin so that the finger swells. The guys did it skillfully and masterfully, they began to take prints, but in the end they decided that it was necessary to cut the wrist and send it to the laboratory. The man was hastily packed back, because there was no further strength to enjoy his smell.

A mortuary nurse who works at night anonymously spoke about what happens after death, how funeral agents work and why rotting corpses are dangerous.

What happens after death

The police arrive at the scene of the death. Law enforcement officers describe the body, preliminarily determine whether the person was killed or died himself, and then call for a corpse transportation. The naturalness of death raises questions not only in cases where a knife sticks out of a person’s chest. Suspicious is often considered the sudden death of a person who has not been seen by doctors for a long time and did not complain about his health.

In Russia, there are now two types of morgues: forensic and pathological-anatomical. Most of the corpses are sent to the first, only those that are going to be examined with scientific point vision. I worked in a morgue of the first type. They decide whether the death was violent, and the pathologist must confirm or refute the diagnosis made by the medical examiner. Police officers do not always thoroughly investigate the scene. It happens that they bring a body with a diagnosis of "cardiovascular insufficiency", and then in the morgue they find a huge wound on the back of the head from a heavy object. I had such a case in my practice: they brought my grandmother, I wrote “sudden death”, for which I later received a hat: the woman had a wound in her hair that I did not notice. It turned out that she was killed by hitting her head with a wrench.

What does a mortuary attendant do?

One of the first courses medical school I got a job as a night nurse at the morgue. This is the most common practice for students, many choose this kind of work: it is a night job (which means it does not interfere with their studies), does not require much effort and brings some kind of income.

Despite the specifics of the profession, it did not cause any of the surrounding questions. On the contrary, when I was in unfamiliar companies, then immediately became the center of attention: I have a car interesting stories from comic to tragic.

The essence of my work was to accept corpses and draw up documents for them. I also had to hang tags on the dead (name and surname are written on them). Contrary to stereotypes, they are not hung on the big toes (from there they easily fly off), but on the ankles or hands. Then the corpse had to be put in the refrigerator. Rotten bodies are stored in a separate room: their refrigerator will no longer save. I did not dissect corpses, but I often observed this process: sometimes I had to do this for my studies.

The most difficult thing for me was getting used to the work schedule: sometimes it happened that I did not sleep for several nights, and then fell asleep while driving or studying.

In all of Moscow, somewhere around 12-13 morgues work. They differ not only by regions, but also by specifics. A few years ago, we opened a forensic medical examination bureau, where most of the corpses are sent. If 10-15 dead are brought to an ordinary morgue per night, then there are about 40. There are specialized morgues for rotten corpses, foreigners, children, for gunshot and explosive wounds. There is a legend according to which in the nineties the bandits turned to the chief medical examiner of Moscow to open a special morgue for firearms, they say, "We are tired of looking for our boys all over the city."

The orderly's task is also to accept only those corpses that belong only to your morgue. Messing up with documents is the worst thing. Often this can turn into a lawsuit.

The salary of a night orderly is small - twenty thousand. But, in fact, you are minding your own business: sleeping, watching TV, reading books, learning lessons and accepting corpses every few hours. Since students work most often, parties in morgues are commonplace. I myself often invited friends to drink beer, watch football, give them excursions. No one will swear if you don't screw up. The main thing is to arrange the corpse correctly.

About visitors

I've never been scared. Working in the morgue helped me understand that we should be afraid of the living, not the dead. For example, crowds of Caucasians often came at night and demanded to take the body of one of their own. They are armed, you do not know how to explain to them that without documents you have no right to give the corpse. It happened that at such moments I myself was preparing for death.

Normal people are sometimes allowed to look at the corpse informally, but this can turn into big problems. Letting people inside the morgue is dangerous: you never know how a person will react. Someone starts hysterical, someone faints, often people do not recognize their relatives, because the muscles relax after death and the face looks completely different. Plus, often corpses (especially after a violent death) look very bad: the intestines are out, the eyes have fallen out, the brain has leaked out. For the first time, I felt bad about it. There is only one way to deal with this - to look at this more often.

To get a corpse in the morgue, you need to go through a complex bureaucratic procedure. People from villages often come and want to take away one of their relatives without documents. You have to explain to them that you have no right to hand over the body without documents, and in response they swear and threaten. I always tried to keep the conversation diplomatic, but on several occasions I had to call the police. We had an agreement with the local police department that they would leave at the first call.

One day a husband and wife came to the morgue. The woman tried to pay us a lot of money for us to roll her out in front of her husband on a gurney - as if she were dead. She had a fake death certificate and a make-up artist with her. It looks like she planned to fake her own death, but we laughed and sent her to hell.

Funeral agents and make-up artists

Funeral homes have connections with everyone. It's really a huge mafia. Some agents are associated with the police, others with doctors, and still others with corpse transportation. Everywhere there are people, and the task of agents is to arrive faster than the rest. Funeral prices skyrocket. Agents are subtle psychologists, they are able to persuade a person to do anything. The same funeral can cost from 10 to 100 thousand rubles. It is clear that a person whose loved one has died will not bargain. He cannot say: “No, dear, I will not bury my grandmother.”

On the other hand, funeral agents are, of course, convenient. The families of the deceased do not have to run all over Moscow and look for bureaus, negotiate with the cemetery, organize funerals, and draw up a bunch of documents. It is very difficult to do everything without an agent.

According to the rules, orderlies should prepare the body for burial, but now special make-up artists are doing this. There are different situations: for example, a person has no face. Once such a corpse came to us after an accident - the make-up artist made a plaster model and painted a face on it. They also sew on severed limbs.

Dangers and fears

It is dangerous to work in the morgue because of infections: you never know what you are dealing with. The smallest wound received here heals very badly. She must fester, inflame.

There was no smell of formalin in our morgue. The corpses themselves often smell very bad, but you quickly get used to it. In the sections with the dead, it smells of all bodily fluids at once: blood, urine, feces. Rotting corpses are a different story. They always have meat flies in them. They lay eggs in their mouths, ears, eyes. That's where the worms come from. It is impossible to get rid of them. When you walk through the section with rotten corpses, a characteristic crunch is heard under your feet.

It is impossible to predict how the corpse will decompose. Grandmothers exhausted by cancer simply shrink and mummify, and pot-bellied men begin to rot, swell and stink wildly. Not all corpses are taken immediately. The bodies, for which no one comes for a long time, are sent to the corpse storage, where they lie until the end of time. When the place runs out there, the corpses are cremated.

Much worse for those who work in the transportation of corpses. Sometimes they have to come to such houses, which is scary: huge cockroaches, bugs, dozens of cats that ate the body. By the way, about pets - not myths at all. If the corpse lies for three or four days, then the beloved dog or cat is in a hurry to gnaw on the dead owner. First of all, they eat the eyes, tongue and stomach - the most delicious.

In sections with the dead
smells of all bodily fluids at once: blood, urine, feces

Unusual dead

There is always a story behind every dead person. In particularly interesting cases, we found out from the police what happened there, but more often it passes us by. The corpses of children are scary. You have no idea how many children die at the hands of their parents. Once a child came to us, on whom the TV fell. Often they brought the bodies of children, all in bumps and abrasions.

Once they brought a rotten corpse from a forest belt. It is not known how long he lay in the forest, but there were so many worms and flies inside him that the gurney moved under the corpse. I have never seen this again.

Holidays, especially New Year there are a lot of murders and suicides. Once, for example, a father killed his daughter and shot himself. Someone jumps out of windows. Somehow the guy ran away from the police on the roofs, fell off and fell. He had two bags of Barbie dolls with him. What he did with them is unknown.

Once they brought a woman of Caucasian appearance, who was hit by a train. She looked good. He began to examine the body, and some briquettes were fixed on her chest. I was frightened: I think, either explosives or drugs - we will not end up with problems. It turned out that she worked at some dairy plant and in these briquettes she had cottage cheese hidden, which she stole.

Somehow they found a rotten, hanged man in handcuffs, dressed in women's clothes. What happened to him remains a mystery. There was another interesting situation: a man built a sawn-off shotgun to shoot himself, wrote a suicide note. I decided, apparently, not to dirty the apartment and went to the bathroom - on the threshold he had a heart attack, and he died.

A lot of dismemberment was brought to us. Remember the story when one psycho killed his drinking buddy, dismembered him, and ate his liver? For us, almost every day, the police brought more and more new body parts. For a long time they could not find the head, without it you would not recognize the corpse. A couple of times they brought the wrong one.

The body of Kabanova, whom her husband dismembered, was also brought to us. We were very surprised then, because the corpse was butchered with surgical precision - exactly at the joints. It can be seen that the man knew how to butcher the carcasses of animals. The body of a diplomat from Peru, who was found in the Moscow River, was also brought to us.

Remember the story when one psycho killed his drinking buddy, dismembered him, and ate his liver? Here, almost every day, the police brought us more and more new body parts.

Morgue staff

Usually people who get a job in a morgue work there for many years. To do this, you need to have a specific character. Some people say that they don't quit because they have already become attached to the dead, they say, they suck at this business. It did not affect me, for several years of work I had seen enough of all these horrors and realized that this was not mine.

People without specialized education can work as orderlies, but then only the position of senior orderly can become the top of their career. Mortuary directors make good money, they often run their own business. I tried never to get involved.

Many employees collect items found on corpses: someone takes their lighters, someone just everything. They say that in the nineties, orderlies often found jewelry and large sums of money - they took everything for themselves. Nowadays, this is no longer accepted. Sometimes, on the contrary, relatives ask you something that was not there. For example, some kind of diamond ring that was supposedly on a woman. I did not collect anything, but I myself also searched the pockets of new arrivals. This is a certain competition - what interesting things can you find in a corpse. My friend has a large collection, he is most proud of two finds - an old medallion and a combat pistol.

Outwardly, the mortuary employees do not differ in any way from ordinary people. They don’t smell like corpses, there is no seal on their foreheads. In the subway you will see - in life you will not guess. By the way, mortuary workers and those who travel by corpse transportation are the cleanest people. They understand what they are dealing with, so they wash their hands more often than doctors.

Modern morgues have everything you need for life. In mine there was a gym, sauna, billiards. Very convenient for those who work a lot. Therefore, I myself often came after hours to work out in the gym or watch football.

I also noticed that all the employees of the morgue are friends with each other and are always ready to come to the rescue. Messing up documents is scary. There were stories when they buried the wrong one, for example. This threatens to sue. Once, a nurse made a very serious mistake like this, and the police demanded a bribe of 300 thousand rubles from him. He didn't have that kind of money, of course. Colleagues came to the rescue - everyone chipped in and collected the necessary amount. Swapping shifts, covering for someone is not a question, colleagues will always come to your aid.