The nurse asked us if we would like to see the body. We all went in. I wish I hadn’t. I have written dozens of murders for shows such as Midsomer Murders and Poirot. I have seen plenty of actors with their eyes closed, stretched out on the floors of libraries and sitting rooms. But real death is nothing like that. I will never forget the waxy, utterly lifeless thing that was lying on the bed. It wasn’t my father at all. Every cell, every pore of his skin, even his hair was dead. And now, 35 years later, it is hard to get past that memory to the man who lived behind it. I don’t want anyone to see me when I’m dead.
Jag delar helt hans syn: jag vill inte se någon död kropp (helst inte halvdöda heller), och jag föredrar, om jag får ha något att säga till om i den frågan, att ingen som kände mig ska behöva se ”min” döda kropp. (Jag tror mig ha något udda syn på vad som ska hända efter min död.)
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