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For a brief second, I stood
               staring down at the sheet,
               wondering what lay beneath
               it. With more fearful stupidity
               than courage, I bent down to
               lift the sheet when suddenly a
               body sat bolt upright from the
               drawer and said, “Thank fuck
               for that I thought you’d
               bottled it!” After my shrieks of
               panic calmed down and he
               stopped his uncontrollable
               laughing, the mortuary door
               opened and the ‘van driver’          Figure 40 Dark humour helped cope with death
               from earlier appeared. “I see
               you’ve found the coroners officer then” he said joining in the hilarity. I said
               something about me having “PRAT” tattoed on my forehead as I had fallen
               for this blag hook line and sinker.

               The cadaver a.k.a. Coroners Officer stepped out of the drawer and warned
               me that my shift Sergeants had set me up once they’d heard this was a non-
               suspicious death and that the coroner would undoubtedly determine was
               due to natural causes (the old fella was 89 after all). In these times of political
               correctness, I don’t think these antics would be encouraged, but this was
               another humorous and harmless example of the ‘Gallows Humour’ release
               from the stresses of everyday police-work.

               I was the target for a fair bit of stick from the shift the next day. As I was
               learning, no one was exempt from the ‘blag’ and how you reacted
               determined how well you fitted into the family of the unit. Take it with good
               grace and humour and somehow it built friendship and strengthened
               essential trust. Whilst not so gullible where it mattered, out on the street, I was
               often a soft touch for blags from colleagues, but in all sincerity, I wouldn’t
               change a second of it. As I approach pensionable age myself, I look back
               with fondness at the times when I was the ‘punchline’ and remind myself of
               the quote “He who laughs at himself, never runs out of things to laugh at”.

               May we never get so self-important that we fail to appreciate the humour in
               ourselves.







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