I arrived around 2pm. I brought along an assistant incase I needing an extra pair of hands to remove the organs needed. We signed in at the front reception area and went in. Oh, the vast area of the dead. It was a surreal setting. The corpses all laying in neat, long rows with their bodies all open for the perusal of vultures like ourselves to come along and handpick the necessary organs.

So, off we went down the long aisles looking through the bodies. Some long dead, some newly so. I noticed a few that had been brought in due to fatal burns. I also realized as I looked for the right 'match' for my patient, that 90% of the victims had already had their 'hearts' plucked from them. It seemed sad to me somehow. It also seemed sad that the heart was apparantly most in demand for transplants. As I pondered this I walked along, looking for my match. I walked up to one that resembled what I wanted, but it would turn out to be a 'close call' but 'no cigar'...sigh.

I viewed each corpse, and wondered to myself, what their 'story' may have been, what brought them here? On some there were painfully obvious burn wounds, and others I deduced were caused by 'alcohol' related reasons. Some I'm sure, were due to having to go because it was 'their time'.

I started to become concerned when I had gotten two-thirds the way though and found no match as of yet. Then I came upon one more, and it was a match! By this time I was quite relieved and excited to find it, I no longer had the sad, sereneness about me. I immediately began to rip open the chest cavity of my corpse. Yes, it was a match and the only one here. My thoughts of the dead grew small and thoughts of the life I would save became foremost on my mind. I worked on the corpse and had my assistant help me when it seemed this corpse did not want to relinquish its organs. We were successful in getting the necessary organs. For this, I was grateful.

As we walked back to the reception area to purchase the organs, I did, once again, reflect on the deceased. I also, thought how nice it was to have such a morgue where I could get organs for my Honda Accord, so that it could once again, travel life's highways with me at the wheel.