On Tuesday night, I was dispatched to a dead body (927D) call at 5AM. When I arrived, I saw a male in his eighties on the floor of his room covered with a blanket. The fire department was there and said it appeared he’d passed away from natural causes.
I called the coroner and notified them of the death. Since there was nothing suspicious they didn’t respond. I was instructed to have the care facility call a mortuary to pick up the body.
Right before I left, a worker asked, “Can you help us put him in bed? We don’t want the family to see him on the floor.”
I reluctantly said, “Sure,” as I took gloves out of my pocket. What the heck. I might as well cross off, “Picked up dead guy and put him in bed” from my bucket list.
After I got my gloves on I grabbed the legs as two other people got the shoulders. On the count of three we picked him up and put him into bed. As we picked him up the movie “Weekend at Bernie’s” popped into my head.
The next night was busy from the start. I hoped the day before Thanksgiving was going to be calm, but that all changed as soon as I went 10-8. The night flew by and didn’t calm down until around 4AM.
At about 5:30AM, I parked so I could finish my dead body report from the night before. I had just started typing when I was sent another dead body call.
A repeat? What were the chances of getting two in a row at this hour of the morning?
It was a good thing I was off the next day. No three-peat for me.