After my grandfather died, my grandmother remarried. Although I loved the guy, he was as sick as could be, and we knew it wouldn’t be long until he was found dead.
So, one day she calls me, crying, and tells me that she thinks “Bob is dead”. I told her to dial 911, and that I would be right over.
When I got there, the EMTs were in the bedroom where he didn’t wake up from his nap, and my grandmother was in the front room crying. After waiting and consoling her, the EMTs came out and asked to use the phone.
We walked in the other room, and they confirmed that he was indeed expired, and needed to call a physician to sign the death certificate, and a funeral home to take the body away.
I was in the other room with my grandmother, but the two EMTs (one male, one female) were in the other room joking and grabassing about one of their kids, or dinner plans for later, misdialing the phone number, and asking if the other could read, etc.
I know my grandmother heard all of this, and I was straight with them. I told them that while they experienced this every day, we didn’t, and to please quit joking around right now. They apologized profusely, and continued.
The physician agreed to sign a death certificate without coming to the house (I never could understand that) and about a half and hour later, the funeral home’s hearse showed up and took him away.
They asked us to clear the room as they said it would be too traumatic to watch a person being zipped up in the bag. We left and all we saw was his covered remains (inside a body bag) being loaded into the hearse…