‘Chris went! And he wasn’t even sixteen!’ ‘Chris was simply shown through the post-mortem room by an idiot coroner’s officer. And he wasn’t very happy about it.’ ‘This would be different, because I’d be prepared. You’d talk me through it, wouldn’t you?’ No. ‘And when I apply to medical school, think how it would look on my personal statement. I bet no one else applying will have watched a post-mortem.’ No. So she came with me to a mortuary one day.
