morgue [Theme]

- Big guten morgue to you!

- Morgue. It's lonely over there. And we are dancing.

Let's note. Every orderly is a corpse makeup artist and corpse costume designer. And also: a corpse skull opener, a corpse sewer, a corpse washer, a corpse embalmer and a corpse transporter, and, of course, a corpse loader. Some of the responsibilities cost good money, and there was no end of clients, as well as rejections. There was no alternative, because the morgue is not a store that can be changed, and a corpse is not a purchase that can be exchanged for a better product.

The morgue is itself a philosophical pillar. For the layman. But for a worker in the morgue - it's just a place of work. Usually there are not quite normal people doing things there, from the point of view of the majority. In general, such a statement is justified - being a butcher of a human being is not the most worthy occupation, and not the most aesthetic. Although the police say that chopping and sawing corpses is still a necessary thing. Cops are echoed by doctors, from among the usual surgeons and other aesculapius Hippocratius.
The corpses themselves do not care, I dare to assume, but I do not know for sure.

Just a feast for the eyes ... For you, but not for them. For eternally lonely people who are afraid of oblivion, this is generally the ideal option - to remain hanging in any investigation, then you will definitely not be forgotten. Or maybe they just throw a pile of papers into one of the boxes ... And that's all ... In any case, it's worth nothing to make a preliminary promise. After all, death is a capricious lady - she loves to knock on your door unexpectedly. And now live with the thought that soon your door may be in front of it, and believe me, it will open it, no matter how much you screw it up ...

You never found my body! Didn't say goodbye to me! Was I just shoved into the morgue with the others? Another accidental victim? Or have I turned into one of these things? They put on my bloody face and roamed the corridors looking for other victims.

If the two of us - only in a mortuary.

Politics is always a game in which the players play natural. Not actors and actors... In a hundred cases out of a hundred players is a complete scoundrels and scum. Such is the nature of politics, the saints here do not survive due to the fact that the political oxygen for their respiration. Intoxication, intensive care and the morgue.

- Japanese is the theme! All Can Be Corrected. We are in St. Petersburg!
- What is the theme what are you talking about?
- Japanese theatre! Annamite - where all the action takes place in a cemetery!
- Yeah, well, not in the morgue.

If I hadn't, you would have became a smoke over the morgue.

The first thing you hear entering the morgue, is almost always friendly voice.

Stretched full length on the cool metal and closed his eyes. Well cools, the pain recedes.
Above his head there was a muffled cough.
- You do not bother?
- Should it be? drowsily I asked.
- On this table opened someone's body.
- FYI, after each opening of these tables is treated as a lie is safer than in your own bed, - I snorted. And I think that's more convenient.

- You don't seem happy to see me?
I prefer the inanimate guests, quietly lying on the shelves.

- You have lost the body?!
- Body not lost, - he said with irritation. - Our guests rarely get up to walk to the corner shop and buy a bagel with melted cheese. This means that someone came and took it.