For any medical student, there’s something quite hard to forget about walking into the anatomy lab for the very first time. My shoes squeaked against the blue linoleum floor as I wove my way through rows of grey body bags lying on stainless steel trolleys under that harsh fluorescent white light. What I found challenging about my first encounter with a corpse was that it was so undeniably and certainly human. Structurally there was not much difference between me and the body that lay on the trolley.
Nevertheless, although the body felt so similar to me, so human, the fact of death was so stark, so confronting and so permanent. Even as we all stood around for the introduction, the body seemed more like an object on display than a person.