People die.

Sorry, don't have the heart to come up with a picture.

 

People look fake after they have died.
They look fake because they have been soaked in an aqueous solution of 5% formaldehyde, because they are exposed, under the daylight, to the unabashed gaze of future medecine students.

The tissues look spongy, and the skin, "elastic-y".
Toy-like.
Apart from the blue-green cloth that covers the rows of inert bodies, everything is suspiciously beige: the light brown of overcooked marinated porc. Much less vivid than what we are used to look at. The arteries are not red, nor are the veins blue. With a first look, the fat and the muscle and the tendon are just a big blob of stuff, a dead tangled mass. I guess one would come see its inherent organized structure with practice.
Imagine this room without out that thin cloth, twenty-some dead people, outnumbering by far those alive, what a sight will that be?

 

The most human part of a dead body is not the face, nor the hands.
It is the hair.
Especially when you see it on half a skull, emptied of the brain.
The sectioned head reminds me slightly of a bowling ball, of course, it is far from a perfect sphere.

 

I now understand the importance of vigorous higienic standards for a human anatomy lab.
There shouldn't be any eyeballs rolling around in the sink.
nor should there be a visible layer of grease,
or bone ligament fragments lying around,
or bits of ear lobes, when we think about this.

 

Oh,yes, there was a sign on one of the walls.
It beats the one that I've always secretely admired: Human blood, perishable, form Hema-Quebec.
The garbage can is for HUMAN REMAINS only.

 

Will you donate you body for the sake of scientific advancement?
Anyway, I don't think that I'll have that decision to make.
I will be dead.