While I was accustomed to dead bodies by now, having one laying across my lap for any length of time had a vastly different feel to, say, finding one drowned in my koi pond or observing from a distance as one collapsed into a dosed slice of chocolate cake. Up close and personal? Not exactly my favorite.

I know there was screaming (likely my own) and shouting (from all around me) and panic (combination of the two), but the time it took for Skip Anderson to gasp his ...