It was an unbearable insult to become a corpse. One moment you are a human being protected by modesty, by the sacrosanctity of nakedness and intimacy, and then the instant of death is enough to put your body suddenly at anyone’s disposal—to undress it, to rip it open, to scrutinize its entrails, to hold one’s nose against its stench, to shove it into the freezer or into the fire.
