My father died unexpectedly on a holiday in Greece. The day after he died my mother and I were told we must visit the morgue to make arrangements. We were disoriented and came into the hospital via the back entrance. There were women orderlies in uniform sitting on a bench eating their sandwiches surrounded by trollies of dead people. My mother exclaimed loudly “My God – you can just smell death can’t you”. I said “No Mum, its the liver sausage sandwiches” and steered her away. She hadn’t noticed my Dad.
