It was after they removed the body but one time while I was still living in Rogers Park in Chicago a would-be thief running from the apartment he had just robbed attempted to vault over one of those cast-iron fences with the pointy spear-like bits on top.
He almost but did not quite make it.
By the time I passed by like I said the body was gone but a couple quarts of blood had run down the fencing and puddled on the ground.
Another time in Chicago a jumper landed on one of those. Supposedly the impact on top of the fencing cut the body in half and one part landed outside the fence and the other part inside in the building courtyard but I didn’t see any of that one.
I know EMTs who have done worse than sleep on a stretcher shortly after someone dead was on there.
I’m sure it’s a common joke, but locally, one of the things that EMS stands for “extra marital sex.” It’s almost like an open secret in my area that there can be a lot of hedonism, especially if your partner is of the gender that you are attracted to.
I think just one. The reason I put it that way is that it was dark late at night. A guy at a house just around the corner went into it’s backyard and shot himself. I heard a shot, and a guy crying out :“Rick, why did you do it?” There were no sirens, but pretty soon the emergency folks were walking around back there with flashlights and photographic equipment. I peeked out the window where they were clustered and I think what I saw was the deceased’s legs, the rest was behind the watchers.
Two. Biking down a lane in Varanasi (India) behind a bike-pulled open “corpse cart” taking the wrapped bodies for funeral rites. I think that falls within the OP’s specifications because it wasn’t the funeral procession itself, just transfer of corpses.
The bodies were very carefully wrapped for cremation in white wrappings that one might call “mummy style” with strips of cloth around individual limbs, rather than being encased in one large cover like a shroud or body bag. I’m guessing that helps a corpse burn better in an open-air pyre (and possibly is also more economical because of not requiring whole large pieces of cloth).
I had read in books that the smell of dead bodies, especially human, is really distinctive and memorable, and it’s true. I’m sure that even now nearly three decades later, if I caught a whiff of day-old corpse somewhere I’d recognize what it was.
Way back in college, I did see the remains of a neighbor being removed from his apartment on the opposite side of the complex. It was far more traumatizing for his neighbor, who had entered his apartment out of concern after not hearing from him in some time.
There was also the morning one of the local station’s roving reporters came upon an accident scene, and while live on the air his camera operator inexplicably zoomed in and lingered on the dead body that was wedged between the car’s dashboard and the a-pillar. I didn’t see that one in person though, just on TV.