two women died at my job while i was working earlier this week. last night's casualty was a lady who has been losing her foot to necrocis & refusing care/ uselessly taking morphine for for it the whole time i've been there. i was appointed to "dress & make the body presentable" because as a gay man it is my duty to make str8 women look their best even if they don't have a pulse? was in the middle of turning her head when her jaw yawned open &all this air came out in a loud croaking hiss. apparently the dead can belch.