Death is always just one breath away. That's a harsh reality none of us like to discuss but it doesn't alter the truth of it. Hopefully when our time comes it's peaceful, and it would be nice if those left behind aren't forever traumatized. I have an obsessive fear of death, therefore I can't even look at dead bodies on SVU. I so admire doctors, nurses and all the people who wrangle with the dead everyday. They have stomachs and nerves of steel. But they are trained to have that temperament. Civilians on the street are often not equipped to just stumble upon the dead like a Michael Myers movie.Redditor u/jm4b wanted to know who has made a few discoveries they could wish they hadn't by asking.... Anyone ever found a body? What's that like?
Found my dad dead (heart attack) one morning as a 7 year old. :( Then when I was 8 I found my grandfather dead (fell, hit his head, into tub full of water) one morning. Honestly it didn't really bother me until I was in my 20s and my (twin) brother was murdered. Then I went through some severe PTSD or anxiety-type symptoms which I later found out was anticipatory grief (my mother is still alive, perfectly healthy, but I was SOOO worried that she would drop dead one day and I'd find her. She had a stroke like the day after getting the news about my brother).
I was at the shooting range once (my first time actually) and an older gentleman shot himself in the stall closest to the door. Everyone had to walk right past his body to evacuate. Gruesome. It looks more disturbing in real life than the movies and everything moved more slowly once I saw it. I was just getting comfortable with my weapon when they called a cease fire and I stood there wondering what had happened. Suddenly it was calls of "everybody get out! Now! Go! Go!"
Pretty terrifying when you can't initially see what's on either side of you because of the lane barriers and you're wondering what the hell happened so bad we're evacuating, then just really sad to realize what happened. There was a kid there about 10 years old with his dad and brother. Hate it.
My dad passed away when I was 16 from a heart attack. No one could find him that morning, and since we were visiting his gf in Cali (we're from Canada) we knew he didn't just go off to run errands or anything, especially since the truck was still there. So we wondered for a while. I was watching tv in the converted garage when I heard her scream because she found him in the downstairs bathroom that wasn't used too much.
I get anxiety now if my mom isn't out of bed before I am, especially since I am not a morning person and she is. So I know how that is. If she's still in bed I get this sudden paranoid feeling that maybe she's dead, even though I know it's unlikely.
I worked at a retirement home for about a year, more specific at the dementia part of the house and we had one man who every day was worried sick for his wife (who has been dead for 8 years). On his birthday both of his daughters showed up and talked and showed slot of pictures, he didn't remember his daughters but he recognized his wife. Tears of joy he watched pictures and and told story's. The morning after when I went to wake him up he was dead. He had a big smile on his face and it was somehow very very beautiful.
One night I was out walking my dog along a country road where a ditch accompanied the road either side, as I was walking my dog started going mad trying to tug away from his lead to this ditch so I wanted to see what it was, it ended up being a corpse so I called the cops they found out that a gang murder happened in a city about 40 miles away and one of the members thought a small village would be a great place to put it.
A full family (father mother + 2 kids) dead in an upside-down car on a dark road.
My grandad was a few months shy of 90 and still lived by himself. He was pretty spry. My mom called him every morning. One day he didn't answer so she called me to go over and check on him. They lived about 40 minutes away and I lived about 5 minutes away. I let myself in and found him in his easy chair holding his phone. He was cold. My dad showed up in about 20 mins and we both cried.
I called the police and they came in, checked it out and did us a favor of calling the funeral home we asked. My dad said he was talking with him about 9pm the night before and said he was sounding groggy, so he said goodnight, and grandad must have rested and passed. He was a great guy.
Went to check on my uncle because he'd not been heard from. I knew before I got the front door open that he was dead by the smell. He was in his recliner. Drank himself to an early grave.
I used to work at this sports bar so it wasn't uncommon for people to leave their car in parking lot for a day or two. After having a couple days off I come into work and this car that was there a day before my weekend started is still parked in the same spot. I tell me boss about it and go check it out, as I get close to the car the smell hits me like a truck. Some guy dead in his car during a heatwave in the middle of summer.
I call the cops and tell my boss. When the police arrived I was asked to make a statement, while I was doing this the paramedics showed up to remove the body. They got this bloated rotten corpse halfway out of the vehicle when it just fell apart , splattering on the pavement. I'll never forget that freaking smell.
Our town's baseball fields for little league is in front of a small fence row of woods with an interstate on the other side. One hot day in July (like 90 F all week) everyone at the game started smelling something awful. A couple of the dads and coaches went to go look and there was a dead guy on the interstate side of the fence row. I guess a trucker broke down and was walking for help and died of heat stroke. I was playing baseball and never actually saw but still a crazy day.
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Even for those who work in careers where co-mingling with the deceased is a regular thing, seeing the dead is never normal. And the more gruesome the ending, the more unforgettable in the worst way. I often tend to skip going up to an open casket at funerals, so I can't imagine stumbling across the dead randomly. I close my eyes when I kill spiders.
Redditor u/ideologistpool wanted to know who has made some grisly discoveries they felt like chatting about by asking.... [SERIOUS] People who stumbled on a dead body, what's your story?
After the Shower
I arrived at work early one morning and went into the men's locker room.
Lying dead on the floor was a man I didn't recognize at first because his head was so swollen from where it hit the ceramic tile floor (in a pool of blood, as well).
Apparently, though only in his 40s, he had suffered a massive heart attack and collapsed to the floor after just having taken a shower in the adjoining shower room.
Looking at him more, I realized who it was: a long-time employee who was very well liked and admired. When the realization set in, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
Was working as part of a forensics recovery team many years back, and we were sent to an area that an individual was suspected of dumping a couple bodies, but previous searches by the Sheriff's dept. turned up empty. Our team gets there and begins searching in the ravine (think trees and heavy underbrush), and we don't see any skeletal remains lying about (it had been over a year since they were dumped). That is when I noticed the numerous woodrat nests under some of the trees and brush, like LOTS of woodrat nests. In case you've never seen one, this is what they look like.
So, here is where it is important to know something about rodents...they love to chew on bones, and woodrats are hoarders. You see where this is going. So, I told the lead detective my hunch, and we proceeded to dismantle two of the woodrat nests. Lo and behold, we found human remains interspersed in the mound of twigs. Needless to say, we then tore down all of the dozen or so piles, and found many of the missing bones from the two individuals, all heavily gnawed on by rodents.
I've seen a few dead bodies and witnessed a few deaths, but truly discovered two. First one was when I was about eleven. My dad, my friend, our labrador retriever and I were duck hunting and camping out for the weekend near a large bay of water. We were walking on the beach the second night when we stumbled upon a male's body, fully clad in a winter coat, pants, and one Reebok Pump shoe. It was obvious he had been dead for some time, so it was hard to tell exactly how old.
After we trekked and boated back to the mainland, we called the police from a tiny gas station and they came out and had us take them out to where he was discovered. Turns out he had been missing for over two weeks, which explains why his eyes were pretty much gone and his skin looked... melted. They were later able to determine his identity and that he had disappeared while on a walk with his wife one night, about 10 miles from where he was discovered. Foul play was suspected by many, but as far as I know, no arrests were ever made.
I was walking my gf to one of her favorite restaurants for her birthday. We walked through a big memorial park in my city on the way and we passed a man slumped over in a very uncomfortable looking way against a big limestone structure. I asked if he was alright and he didn't respond. I got down on my haunches to look at his face (he was slumped over with his hood up, contorted and face pointing at the ground). His eyes were open slightly and he was clearly dead.
We called 911 and waited until the paramedics arrived. They told us he had likely been dead for hours, suspected overdose.
Super sad. I think about that a lot recently as the number of people sleeping rough or are clearly suffering from addiction in my city has risen significantly since March.
I was 13, doing my paper round before school. Cut through an alleyway and heard a car engine. I looked round expecting to see a car pulling out into the alleyway but it was just sitting there with the engine idling with the guy at the wheel looking asleep. My legs sort of just kept going for a few seconds until I realized what the hosepipe going from the back of the car in through the window meant.
When I was a kid, 5 or 6 maybe, a sort of friend of mine, neighborhood kid, vanished. Just went away. He was gone for about a week or so. It was summer and we lived near a kind of run down secluded beach only folk in our neighborhood used so one day a week or so after kid is gone my mom and I walk down to the beach. I follow a crab running on the beach and around this little hill I come across the kid's body.
No cell phones in those days so my mom grabbed me up, we ran home and she called 911, cops came, it was a whole thing.
I really remember much except thinking he looked... green. It was probably seaweed or something but in my memory he was all that color.
They never did find the guy. There was a local guy they suspected but it was never proven.
After the Storm
It was my first winter in Colorado after moving away from the desert. My apartment's back area is where I took my dog out to pee in the early mornings before work. The apartment building back there sat atop a fairly steep hill that led down to a wooded area. It was pretty steep that if I wasn't paying attention I could easily slip and slide down the hill.
The back apartments that faced this area was occupied by an older dude who was always out on his little porch area enjoying a beer. I've spoken to him a few times just saying hi and whatever trying to be neighborly.
Well, one morning after a huge snow storm hit the area, I bundled up to take my dog out for his morning business. We get to the back area and my dog starts running towards a mound jutting from the bottom of the hill near the woods. I slide down the hill to get my dog and notice the mound had the shape of a foot sticking out of the snow and could make out some colors (it was 5AM-ish, so dark), from clothing. Get closer and a better look and its my old dude neighbor, frozen solid. A broken drinking glass lay next to him so I assume he got a bit tipsy during the snowstorm, went outside on his patio, fell down the hill and just died or something.
Felt more bad than shocked as the dude was hella friendly and always gave my dog some scratches (I think my dog wanted some scratches from the poor guy but wasn't getting them). Called 911 and let them know what I found and just stayed out there with him getting pelted with snow. The police and firefighters were out in minutes. Didn't ask them much about it and since I was freezing my balls off, went back in and carried on with my day.
So Much Blood
Went to my friend's house. We smoked cigs, and we talked about how his roommate Jeff hadn't been around lately. I remember asking my buddy if he farted because the house had a smell. I went to pee in the bathroom and noticed it was much stronger. Jeff's door was next to the bathroom, so I knocked and opened it. Jeff was kneeling on the floor covered in blood. Like he had frozen.
He apparently OD'ed and blood poured out of his nose? I dunno if that's a thing that happens but there was three day old blood everywhere. It was screwed up. We talked to the cops and a detective, like 90 minutes after finding out friend dead from the drugs. Been clean 16 months now though.
The House Manager
I was the House Manager at my University's Student Union and that involved doing a sweep of the building at closing time. Normal night, finding everything empty and in good order until I get to the dining area's rest room. I see a guy's feet under the door in one of the stalls and knock and tell him it's time to go.
He doesn't respond so I give him a few more minutes and will check again on my way back. Sure enough - he's still there. This time I sensed it wasn't right and went and got a custodian. Turns out that the poor guy was having a heart attack and thought he had to go to the bathroom. He passed right there in that toilet stall.
That's my Story
Was about 15. Was with friends in an abandoned building in Redhook in the 80s looking to see if we could find any copper (or anything else) to sell.
Saw what we thought was a pile of old clothes and shoes. It wasn't.
What we had thought from a distance was old shoes sticking out of the pile was the guys skin, which had shriveled up and turned black.
We got the hell out and called 911 from a payphone, then left the area before any cops showed up. We were raised never to talk with cops. Boring, i guess. But thats my story.
When I was a child my family went holidays to Tunisia. On our last day we went for one final swim in the pool. I remember remarking to my older sister how great the young boy at the bottom of the pool was at holding his breath... she took no notice of me and we continued playing. The pool was packed full of people playing actually... Suddenly a mother comes screaming out of the hotel and straight into the pool. Pulled him out of the water like a sack of rocks. Half hour of CPR but no luck.
It was suspected that in the early morning a group of older youths thought it was funny to get him really drunk, then they pushed him into the pool and walked away laughing. Turns out the boy couldn't swim and drowned. Still have no idea how he went unnoticed at the bottom of the pool for hours.
Does seeing a body and not realizing they are dead count?
About 15 years ago a young man (early 20's) was out to a bar, drank, got on his snowmobile to go home in winter in Wisconsin, (all the snowmobile trails lead from bar to bar anyway.) Missed a turn on the trail and hit some trees. got himself up. got his sled righted and back on the trail. then he got back on his sled.
He was sitting on the sled normally with his hands on the handlebars and his head down. We went past about 3 am and thought he was just consulting his map. A friend went by about 10 am and saw him again. then checked on him and found he was dead. then he called the authorities. he had died of internal injuries.
After a Blunt
Walking home from high school one day, main avenue by myself.... saw an old lady sitting motionless in a weird little position against the wall next to a store on the step in the alleyway. Eye remember it as if it was yesterday. It was winter and chilly, she had a pink long sleeve on and a black jacket halfway zipped up. Called out to her once, twice, and she didn't respond. A third time and nothing.
Thought she was sleeping maybe, didn't want to spook her. Touched her left arm lightly and then her face, she was cold like chilly cold. Got instant creeps and went inside to the store and told the store owner. Cops got called. Told the cops what i just told you guys.
Won't ever forget that, it didn't impact me too negatively but just reminded me at that age that life is temporary and can go at any time. Everyone dies eventually and nobody knows when or how but we do know it is inevitable. Thanks for reading if you did read, one love. ✊
Got overtaken by a speeding car on my bike. Heard a loud crash maybe 20 seconds later. The dude didn't make the next bend in the road, hit a tree and died on the spot.
Miraculously, in the minute or so it took me to get there, a neighbor already got there first and stopped me (12 years old at that time) from taking a good look, but I still saw.... enough.
Off to School
Walking to school one day at a new and busy intersection. Lights weren't in yet. Lady pulls out in front of a fast moving SUV while she's in a tiny two door car. I had my first aid exam that day so I went to check on everyone. Only one other person stopped he took the SUV and I took the car. Young boy had a seizure and passed.
I waited for fire and police told then what happened and went on my way to school. Wasn't till I got to school that I realized what happened and broke down.
Scouting for filming locations. This guy was sitting in a chair on his porch.
By his skin tone, I could see from some distance that he was dead. The neighbors had all ignored him for nearly 24 hours (apparently he sat out there often, but I don't know how anyone could have mistaken that sallow appearance).
In the Swamp
I used to own a road construction company and one time we were looking at a site, looking for utility markings and what not. I had a survey crew and the project manager out there.
There was a bridge over the river (this is in the middle of San Antonio, TX) and one of the guys on the survey team says "hey, boss, look...) there was a body hung up on a rock just under the water is was like the dead faces in the swamp in LoTR. We were pretty high up from the river so we couldn't see it in great detail but it was unmistakable. So, of course, we called the police.
Well, the cops and EMS, etc attracted a crowd of locals and all the emergency services people were down under the bridge looking at the body, discussing how to retrieve it. The crowd on the bridge stared throwing rocks at the body and someone hit it and it kinda, I dunno if it exploded but the water was all cloudy and obscured.... the cops went crazy yelling at people, running back up the hill.
So yeah, that happened.
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Picturing your own funeral can be an eerie and depressing exercise.
For some, though, the freedom to subject all your friends and family to your own morbid humor is an exciting idea.
These Redditors have no shortage of ideas regarding their hypothetical funerals.
Luckily, questions of legality or logistical possibility need not apply to this thread.
The result is a collage of ideas that take different approaches to a couple key factors of the parting ceremony: what happens to the actual body, and how funeral attendees ought to feel.
They’re often meant to be grossed ought, entertained, shocked, or some bizarre combination of the three
A Nice Mix
"New Orleans has a tradition of marching slowly to the graveyard, mourning. Then a ceremony and a dancing jazz party on the way back to the church, where food and drinks are. The party continues from there."
"I've always thought this is good psychology - mourn, but celebrate also."
Quick and Cheap
"After my death, just throw me in the trash." -- leiner240
"If it's summer time, I just hope you die close to garbage day...you'll want your family to remember you fondly after all." -- Bradiator34
"trashes to trashes..." -- michar
Taking Your Principles With You
"I want to become a tree. I don't want my family going broke after I die. If my 1st choice isn't an option, I want them to do something sustainable and affordable." -- jennybean2442
"I want to become Coral Reef!!" -- SamwiseEGangeefff
"Do you want haunted forests? Because this is how you get haunted forests." -- Throwaway726368
"I want to be dropped like 500 or so feet from the sky and wherever I land is just a surprise." -- pukichoo
"I think there's a funeral parlor that cremates your body and put the ashes in a big-a** firework and blows you up over the sky..." -- superciuppa
At Least Have the Decency to Cure It
"I want my body to be cured, stuffed with candy, and hung from the ceiling so the funeral guests can beat the candy from my dead body like a piñata." -- fxstfullofashes
"Hmmm a human jerky piñata. Nice." -- DerpyArtist
A Minor, Important Stipulation
"I want my remains to be scattered over Disneyland but I DO NOT want to be cremated." -- fu**ingham_green
"My spouse, a wildlife photographer, said that instead of spreading my ashes over my favorite part of Yellowstone that he'd throw me out limb by limb so he could get some amazing photographs." -- chickaboomba
Viking/Irish/Italian Burial Rites
"I'd love to be placed in a wooden ship soaked in gasoline and pushed into the sea while an archer shoots a fiery arrow from the bay."
"The people will then mourn me watching my ship on fire and crumbling into the sea while a bagpiper play a sad Irish music."
"Then, after a while people will start questioning the irish sad song since i'm italian but i will be gone forever, not to be bothered by them."
Living Reputations Will Follow You
"When I die, I would like one of the following said about me at the service, and written on my tombstone."
"If I outlived the average life expectancy age: 'Late for death, as he was for most things in life.' "
"If I died before the average life expectancy age: 'Finally, something he wasn't late for.' "
"I want my body donated to the Body Farm with one special stipulation."
"I want to be put in a car trunk and spring-loaded so that when some hapless grad student comes to check on my decomposition, my corpse pops out at them like a fermenting eyeless jack-in-the-box."
A Corpse That Keeps on Giving
"I want them to take my bones and make me into one of those skeletons they always have in high school science classes."
"This is not in jest, I think it would be truly cool."
"I got the idea from a guy who lost his arm, and later had it taken to a taxidermist. It now sits on the mantle above his fireplace, a skeleton arm and hand."
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