I think a few bodies under sheets at car crashes. Nothing comes to mind specifically.
I do recall vividly a truck driver who was unloading rolls of fiberglass insulation with me at my lumber yard job when I was 17. It was hot and heavy work. He keeled over and died. (a week before retirement, I later learned).
One. A guy had a heart attack while playing recreational hockey at our local ice rink, and I saw him lying on the ice surrounded by his teammates. I’m not certain he was dead at the time, but the scuttlebutt around the rink said he was.
Never saw anybody under a sheet in person.
Reminds me of the article I saw in the local paper a couple weeks ago, where a woman ran out to take her recycling bin to the truck that was leaving and got hit by it and killed. The article said something about “partial evisceration,” and there was a photo showing a body (in the background) covered by a yellow tarp. I didn’t think newspapers mentioned anything that graphic, especially since her name was in the article too.
Zip. I’m hopeful things will stay that way. : ) I did get the crap scared out of me once when I had to step over a sprawled body in my apartment’s entryway, because he snored.
Another (former) EMT & current FD. A bunch. Most recently in Dec right before Xmas. Close enough to home that I went on foot & beat EMS & Fire there but had to double back to the engine when It arrived to get a face mask as that was the peak of Omicron. Didn’t do CPR but did help bring him downstairs to the ambulance.
An amusing one. We get dispatched one morning for a code. PD beats us in & tells us as we’re walking up that they are obviously deceased; died sometime during the night while sleeping in bed. Medic puts the monitor on, per protocol…& gets a nice, strong, regular rythym. 
Just because the patient dies doesn’t mean the pacemaker died, too.
Spent two years working EMS. I’d guess I saw a dozen or so bodies, but it wasn’t a daily thing. ODs, heart attacks, wrecks, and one plane crash (small, not airliner). I’m indifferent to death, at least from the “woo” perspective (don’t believe in afterlife, souls, or that anything lingers). It bothered some of my co-workers that I would curl up and sleep on the stretcher an hour after someone died there.
The plane crash I worked had the strangest stuff. The pilot’s shoes were both together, side-by-side as though placed there, about 50 feet from the wreckage. According to witnesses who’d seen the crash, no one had been near it or could have placed the shoes that way.
When I was a kid, we were on the PA Turnpike, and there was a serious accident. As we passed, we witnessed the charred remains of the two passengers, still sitting upright in the two front seats.
Decades later, living in NYC, I was on my lunch break on Houston Street, and I saw a kid on a bicycle, probably a messenger, lose his balance next to an 18-wheeler. He fell right under the tires, and was squashed like a bug, his internal organs (including his brain) all squeezed out. The truck driver didn’t know what had happened until people flagged him down. When he realized what had happened, he sat on the curb and cried like a baby.
Let’s see
Several people struck down by trains - upwards of a dozen or more. I grew up near a busy junction in a place where people ride trains like this:
A few traffic accidents, mostly pedestrians struck down. Again, a dozen or more.
A couple of drownings.
A few people shot, including one by an R-4 back in the struggle days, and a couple of gang violence victims.
Several dead-at-home corpses, including 3/4 grandparents and my mother
2 suicides, one jumper and one hanged in a tree. I don’t think any of the train victims were suicides, but that’s possible.
And 1 stillborn kid in a jar. Some of my childhood friends had the weirdest shit on their mantelpieces.
It would be devastating.
Some years ago at Burning Man I had a 1am to 7am shift at HQ and as I was walking to work noticed emergency lights out in deep playa. When I arrived at HQ there was this pall, like there’s been a bad accident or big layoff at work. “What’s happened?”
“There’s been a death.” There was a big art car with a trailer and I never did find the details but a participant had contrived to be crushed between the trailer and motor vehicle.
The crew, highly experienced and respected, had brought that art car for years. It would move intermittently and when it did, a half-dozen walkers would be posted around it. Everyone was highly distraught, the vehicle parked, and was not brought out again that year. They disbanded and sold the car which was stripped down to its frame, rebuilt, and brought back a couple years later.
The same sort of thing unfortunately has happened at AfrikaBurn.
Warning: Explicit Gore
Similar strange randomness at my event. The crumpled Cessna wreckage was across the street from me. Deceased’s legs were protruding from under a section that was too small to be covering much of the rest of the body.
About 20 feet closer to me, on otherwise bare pavement, was a body part. No other body parts were visible from my point of view and I wasn’t about to stick around and rubberneck.
I later learned from news reports that it was a heart with aorta still attached, which I realized is exactly what it had looked like. Also learned shortly afterward that there had been two people in the Cessna.
Chaos is disturbing.
Lots, I used to be an EMT on an ambulance and I’m a foreign aid worker who specializes in conflict zones. In Iraq, I’ve been in areas shortly after an IED has gone off and I was a couple of blocks from an VBIED when it took down a hotel. Lots.
Triple digits if we count medical settings, including the gross anatomy lab, morgue, hospitals, and nursing homes. Zero outside of medical settings.
Oh, then probably none. I once witnessed a fatal traffic accident, but the woman was still alive at the time. I only learned later that she’d died. (It was near my home in NYC, and i was just a passerby.)
I did once attend an open casket funeral, and i recently sat with my mom’s body, waiting for the nurse to declare her dead, and then the undertakers to cart the body away. But those are the only two i can think of.
I’ve also been to several other funerals, but Jews (and i guess, most of my non-Jewish friends) leave the casket closed.
None “in the wild” that I’m aware of, and I spent a year in a combat zone. I saw my sister under a sheet in the hospital, though.
Saw a sheet-covered body at the foot of a senior-living high rise building next door to my college apartment. Jumper, I assume. There was a sharp corner architectural element at the bottom of the building. It had…something (blood? brains?) on it. Freaked me out.
I worked in a hospital that also housed ER and long term care. I couldn’t tell you how many I have seen. Or how many that I was there for when they passed.
I saw both of my grandparents at their respective funerals. And a couple of years ago passed an accident where one of the passengers was on the road covered in a sheet.
Lots, basically.
From what I heard, the deceased attempted to move/jump from the vehicle to the trailer or vice versa and fell in the gap. So much for safety third.
10 a year would be an extremely conservative estimate. Extremely. I’ve been doing this for 24 years. So, yeah.
This reminded me of the old guy who keeled over while setting up chairs at my friend’s wedding reception. Saw him wheeled away, being on the early end of that.
Worst wedding recepton ever. I’ve posted about it.
I’ve seen dead people. I’ve seen someone die, very obviously, in a public place. And I’m sure I’ve seen sheet-covered bodies at least once on the roadside. But somehow I’ve failed to keep an accurate tally, as though I prefer not to dwell on these things and somehow blot them from my mind.
My MIL was hit by a motorcyclist going 50+ MPH (she turned left because she didn’t see him coming) and he flew over the handlebars into the bushes, and survived.