In my first year of college, I took human anatomy and physiology classes. Being a Catholic university, a mass was held at the beginning of the semester to pray for the soul of the people whose corpses we were working on. Mind you, these bodies belonged to John Doe’s, victims of violence, probably without a family, bums… The possibilities are endless. It was rather sad, but that’s the way things work(ed) in Colombia. Universities go to the morgues to get what they need if bodies don’t get claimed after a while, and they are cleared by the coroner’s office. So you never know…
I remember I once thought “It would be cool to donate my body to science one day.” (although I prefer organ donation for a good cause much better) – And yes, I still think I would do it. For SCIENCE, but I wonder how my family and other loved ones would feel knowing that the shell that held what I was in this life is being sliced, poked and whatever else students do. And believe me, we tend to get cruel. At the end of the semester there isn’t much left of those bodies. And then there is Bodies Revealed…
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(And I’m being generous)