🤯 INCRÍVEL: 29 Strange Things Autopsy Doctors Have Discovered On The Job 😲
Dealing with the remains of someone recently deceased seems like the beginning of a handful of horror movies, but for some folks, it’s just a job. However, familiarity doesn’t mean that people in these sorts of professions don’t encounter weird things, as human remains have their own stories and quirks.
Someone asked doctors, morticians and other medical workers to share some of the creepy, morbid and unnerving things they’ve seen. Be warned, some of these stories are pretty dark. So settle in, upvote the eeriest examples and be sure to add your own stories and experiences to the comments section down below.
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My mom works in the transplant field, and two of my aunts are in medical. One Christmas I was home, they were passing around the table a pic on their phone of this guy on the autopsy table with his a*s rotted off to the bone. Turns out he was a paraplegic in a nursing home. The nurses just neglected cleaning his a*s for so long that it rotted off and he couldn’t feel it, and it wasn’t discovered until he was on the table (how??). I got [angry] off because they were debating if they should report it. Like [darn] yes you should, you’ll be in one of those homes soon so you should really give a d**n about the treatment.
We once had a lady that came in looking like she had died in a war. Burn marks, lacerations… what i imagine it looks like if you get hit by a grenade or a mine.
I asked the ME, and apparently she had been discharged from the hospital earlier that day for a hip replacement. They had given her a bottle of oxygen and strict orders to not smoke.
Well ol Mrs Joe Camel sits right down on her sofa on her porch at home, plops the oxygen tank down next to her, and- oxygen tubes still in her nose- lights up her very last cigarette.
Boom.
Idk this fits here but I saw a guy hit a deer on a motorcycle while on the highway, face-plant, be ran over by his gf behind him on her motorcycle and then she eats s**t. Long story short, he had no face; no teeth, no eyes or nose. She was really bad too, basically no face as well. Word of advice: wear a full face helmet.
My mom grew up in a funeral home. She refused to let us climb trees as kids because her father buried a local boy who fell from a tree and impaled himself on a branch. I’m not sure if she saw the body or if she knew the boy, but it seems to have shaken her pretty badly.
Fortunately and unfortunately, my mom became a nurse and spent a good long time caring for people in a busy Philly hospital. She has saved a lot of lives, but she has also seen a lot of people die. I do not envy her, but I’m glad she does what she does.
A mother curled up around a toddler. However, that’s too normal, no the mothers skin melted so the child was *inside of the melted mothers body*. Worst/best part? The kid was still alive. I found out after cutting the melted skin away and hearing a scream. Holy f*****g h**l. Oh, and now, 8 years later, that kid has a scar on his arm where the surgeon ( the one for living people ) couldn’t get the moms skin off. He says he always has a part of her in him. He’s so dark, he could be my friend.
In school, we actually did dissection on human cadavers.
One cadaver had a pair of hand-cuffed hands tattood on him that said “when this convict dies, send him to heaven because he has already been through h**l”.
We had a student that had been a mortician in St.Louis and with a career change was becoming a doctor. He had embalmed that cadaver. No family would claim him so they sold him to our school.
Not a Mortician or EMT/Cop/Fire etc. Just a Dad who chaperoned his 15yo kid for their class tour of the local county Sheriffs Dept Forensics department. Kids were morbidly curious at why this car with front end damage and no back windshield was in the warehouse. Tech offhandedly said a guy committed s*****e by kicking out the back window, tied a long rope to a tree, ran the rope through the empty window, tied it around his neck, then floored it across this field, decapitating himself when the rope snapped taunt.
I’m a firefighter. One of my buddies told me a story of his first fire. It was a single story, single family house. He made entry in the front door and started searching for victims while pulling a hose line to the fire. When he made it to the fire room he opened the door and went in. In a chair on his left there was a cpr mannequin sitting in a chair with a teddy bear right in front of it. He moved past it and got closer to the fire. The fire had fully engulfed the room and was a pain in the a*s to put out, but after about 10 minutes he was able to knock down the bulk of the fire. When it was completely out and he started to leave the room he noticed that the mannequin wasn’t actually a cpr mannequin. It was a 3 year old boy who had been burnt so badly his skin was melting. When he grabbed the kid and tried to pull him away the kids skin sloughed off and stuck to the chair. The teddy bear was melted to his chest. He pulled the kid out of the house and started cpr. The kid ended up dying from the burns. There was a five year old girl with him who also died. The parents had left the kids alone that night to go to a party. When the 3 year old fell asleep on a bean bag chair he knocked over a lamp right next him which caught the chair on fire. Soon the kid was on fire as well. He started running around the room burning. He tried to open his bedroom door but the door had one of those plastic childproof things on it so he couldn’t get it open. Eventually the kid gave up, grabbed his favorite teddy bear and sat in a chair. That’s where my buddy found him. The girl died of smoke inhalation.
Doesn’t exactly fit the criteria but I’m gonna tell the story anyway…. I come from a smallish town. We have one mortician and everyone knows him. His daughter dated my cousin during this period of time.
One year, a different cousin got into a bad car accident right outside of the county and died on impact. Of course, they called it in and he was asked to come down to the scene and retrieve the body. He was told the estimated age of the girl, the make of her vehicle and which direction she was driving on the highway. The age and vehicle make matched that of his daughter who was visiting her boyfriend at the time. He couldn’t get a hold of his daughter so he showed up at the scene fully prepared to be picking up his own child. Sadly enough, this scared him so badly that this was the last funeral he ever performed. 8 years later and he still visits my deceased cousins parents regularly, just to check in. It’s clearly stuck with him.
Oh man, I might be late but this is good. We picked up a s*****e on a major holiday Thanksgiving or Christmas I can’t remember. Took her back to the funeral home. Undressed her and had to wait for Medical examiner. Family decides to cremate. We had dressed her for a viewing, everything was normal. Later that day she was ready to be cremated, I put her in started the machine and went back inside. I had to embalm someone else. About an hour in I heard like five loud pops. First thought was a pace maker, brain stimulator, something I had missed. I let it finish swept it into the tray. And a f*****g small hand gun came out. Now I had seen all of her… Seriously where did she have that at? The only spot is inside her v****a. The question is why. It’s been 10 plus years and I’m still [why?].
The undertaker conducting a funeral service at a church where I was organist told me that he had to prepare a woman for viewing at a wake who had been killed by a gargoyle falling from the tower of an old church and making a direct hit.
Apparently, it did extensive damage – the kind that took him several days of reconstructive preparatory work.
My dad did autopsies for a while. Said the worst was a little girl who’s charred in the fetal position. Supposedly when her house caught fire she crawled under the Christmas tree, which then turned into a furnace.
This is a huge, huge, HUGE tangent, but I gotta tell this story.
My maternal Grandfather was not the smartest man. He ran a successful funeral home, so he did have that going for him. One day, he decided he was going to get into politics. Does he decide to run for the local town council? Nope. He decides to run for coroner (despite not being a qualified meidcal examiner; that was ok back in the day).
Only problem was when he made all of his political signs. Instead of the signs saying “Grandpa DudeManJones for Coroner,” they all said “Grandpa DudeManJones for Corner.”
He lost the election, but he would’ve made a d**n fine corner.
[darn], I got another one. This is a sad one, and I realize it’s not all that mysterious.
My one uncle is a funeral director out in a community with a lot of Amish and Mennonites. There was an Amish father who accidentally killed his son when they were tilling the field. The father’s one request was that he be allowed to bury his son himself after the ceremony. That really f****d my uncle up.
I always think of the person who was eating some fish that hadn’t been properly de-boned and a sharp bit of bone he’d swallowed pierced his bowels which lead to sepsis, which eventually killed him. Oye. Since that day I have always been extra paranoid and careful when eating fish.
Not a mortician but this is related. My dad is a Property and Evidence Custodian at our state toxicology lab. He received some body fluids the other day from an autopsy that declared the man had accidently hung himself on his Life Alert necklace. Like, the guy just rolled out of bed, and the necklace got caught on something and suffocated him.
Ironic death but silver lining, good to know those necklaces can take a lot I guess.
Licensed embalmer here. I’ve worked for large funeral homes and did coroner removals for a decently large city and currently work as a trade embalmer. Ive had lots of suicides embalmed a 4 year old that a cop blew a stop sign and tboned their mini van, that one really hurt. But the one that was weird was this. 18 year old girl hung herself. So I do the embalming like normal even though it sucked having to do that. Now the weird part I get a text from my friends a few hours later saying that another one of ours friends fiances sisters killed herself and if I knew anything about it, which really really [is bad] because my friends wedding is in 4 days. Turns out that 18 year old was the sister to the bride. So I have to go to the wedding 4 days later while everyone is still grieving the loss and keep my mouth shut and I’m the one that embalmed her. This was in a town of about 250,000 people.
Mom was a mortician. Of the stories she’s told me, creepiest would either be the guy that had his face eaten off by wild boars while hunting(guess he wasn’t that good at it) or the guy that fell into a wood chipper. Funny(ehhhh….poor word choice) thing was, I was at a breakfast a few days later where fellow high schoolers were trying to gross out the girls at the table, and when they pointed out that I wasn’t really bothered by it, I kept chewing and said, “Yeah, my mom got that guy. Said it was f*****g gross.” Everyone goes silent, I stopped chewing and looked up to everyone looking pale. Shrugged, “Oh, y’all forgot she’s a mortician didn’t you”, and kept eating.
Uncomfortable for her was one that was also kind of sad. This woman was morbidly obese. Like, when they somehow all got her on the gurney at her home, when they were pushing it out, the wheels were pushing indentions down into the wood floors. Now this woman is what some bullies would call “a whale”. I wouldn’t, but we all know a******s. Well, apparently this woman loved the s**t out of some blue whales. Family kept going on and on about it. So the time comes for them to bring the clothes for her wake, they bring a big blue muumuu and a gaudy blue whale brooch. Then they hand her the cd to play. Usually it’s church hymns or sad country songs etc. No one listens to it before, because why would you. So the service starts, Mom pops the cd in, *boop* G*****N BLUE WHALE CALLS fill the funeral home. My mom was very professional with her job, but every funeral director had to excuse themselves to compose themselves.
My ex was a cop, he got called to a s*****e by chainsaw, they arrived after the ambulance so were spared having to see the scene. Apparently the guy just started the chainsaw and let it fall back into his head.
Lady I work with used to pick up the bodies for the coroner. One time they had to collect a woman that was laying in a very hot attic apartment for a couple months. All her liquids ran out onto the floor and dried and when they tried to pick her up she started coming apart like an overly tender turkey. Her coworker sent her to the van to get more bags and when she got back he had finished bagging the lady. Classy. Changed how I think about turkey.
I was a student at the time but my first ever bloater was brought in and once we “popped” him insides were outsides and everywhere.
Would not recommend.
On my first night shift I thought staff were f*****g with me because I kept hearing what sounded like breathing… fresh body brought in and was releasing gas. I’d never dealt with anyone dying in the hour being brought in so it was scary hearing this body “breathing”.
I’ve been there when family members have passed and witness breathing and limbs moving so I know it’s normal but as a student, the staff like the [darn] with you.
Bizarre one was piecing a guy back together after he committed s*****e by gunshot to the face. Family wanted an open casket. Had to try our best then ask one family member in to see if they still wanted open casket because we just didn’t feel like it was right. Dad come in, sees that no matter how we tried we couldn’t make him look the same as before and agrees that family shouldn’t see him this way.
The day we delivered him to the funeral parlour, family changes their mind and has open casket anyway… found out rest of family didn’t know he shot himself in the face. We ended up getting a letter of complaint from other members of the family for the open casket.
I finished as a student a few days after but
Would still love to be in that career though.
My dad’s a police officer, not the same, but there was a guy that was running from the cops and jumped off of an overpass to try and get away. He ended up being decapitated by a spiked fence that was below.
As an EMT I always tell people to remember to close their visor completely when not using it. Seen one too many scalpings.
Not a mortician, but I was present when a dorm-mate’s body was found. He was still in his closet after having died from auto-[intimate] asphyxiation three days before.
It was the smell that had led us to the discovery.
Not me, worked with a guy whose family’s business was a mortuary. He worked for them a while. One picked up a motorcycle victim who had flown they the air and hit a stop sign sideways. From the waist down was directly under the sign. Torso was 30 or so yards away in the road. He was a biker and gave it up that day.
Heard on the news a friend from my youth had been killed. I was terribly sad for him, he never could escape his demons and it led him down some terrible paths. Came into work a few nights later and there he was face completely bashed in by a rock. This wasn’t the first time someone I knew ended up in our morgue, but certainly the saddest.
Hit by a blimp. It was taking off and he was hit by the bottom straight in the head. I wonder if he’s the only person who has been hit by a blimp.
A friend from work was in the army. They were on field exercises in Germany. An artillery piece failed to fire. A gunnery sergeant bent down to eyeball something on the gun. It went off. The recoil of the big gun decapitated the Sgt. immediately. A human line was formed to look for the head. A soldier finds it some distance away. Holding it up be it’s hair, the soldier yells “Capt. look what I found”. Soldier was given a general discharge.
My brother told me a story of when one of his friends was mortician’s assistant. One time he had to work on a guy who had shot himself in the head with a shotgun. He said the guy kinda looked like Sid from *Ice Age.* That wasn’t the worst, however. The worst part is how he felt about the whole situation. He apparently felt disconnected, not registering that this body was once a living man and not just something to clean up. My brother said he quit that night.
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