I am a rookie forensic pathologist blooging my way through the first year on the cutting room floor. It's graphic in here-- there's blood and worse. Look away or read on: it's up to you.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Story time with the boss

Stop me if you've heard this one before. (I've anonymized it the best I can but this sort of thing is hard to anonimyze.)

So apparently, a whole bunch of years ago (in a galaxy far, far away), there was this plane crash.

There's a little plane, like a Cessna or something, traveling from one little airport to another little airport and the pilot apparently has a heart attack.

Unfortunately, the little plane is heading toward a big airport and smacks into the tail of a passenger jet that was heading toward the big airport. This is just enough to knock the big plane out of the air (too.)

Unfortunately, the big plane crashes into a residential area...

into a park...

where they were having an office picnic...

with a whole bunch of people at it.

And, oh yeah, the plane was carrying a whole bunch of fresh fish.

So, from the forensic standpoint, there's two crashed planes, a park full of people that got smushed, a fire (at this point there is clearly going to be a fire) and the whole thing is thoroughly admixed with fish.

So sometimes a heart attack kills a whole bunch of people and covers them with dead fish.