So, I helped embalm a body yesterday. I cut his armpit in search of the axillary artery (found it!) and then sutured him back up. I helped turn him over to clean the back of him and also to check for wounds/discoloring, and I realized my lack of upper body strength when I maneuvered the trocar around to embalm his cavities. I walked into a cooler with hundreds of bodies and saw one gentleman that looked to be my age. I wondered what happened to him. I don’t pray, I don’t believe in any sort of “God”, but I did try to remain positive as I prepared a gentleman for his final rest.

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