I was seven when Grandad suffered a fatal stroke in front of me. Not long after,I decided I’d be a mortician when I grew upI work with the dead, and people find that unusual. Whether it was during my years carrying out autopsies or my current job conserving Victorian human remains, or I’m always asked the same question: “What made you want to conclude that?!” It’s difficult to acknowledge because I’ve wanted to work with the dead for as long as I can remember. I was an avid reader from an early age,and loved biology from the moment I got to school. I considered it a calling, like those experienced by people entering the priesthood; something that I just needed to conclude. But I could have worked in any biological field so why pathology specifically? Related: ‘I’d rather go while watching Countdown – the British way of death Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com