I saw my first one around when I was eight. My aunt had a beach house that was a couple of kilometers from this beautiful beach, but the beach directly in front of her house had this sort of precipice, and the kind of current which would grab you and pull you under if you went in more than 10 or so meters.
Well this young couple had gone swimming, later then newspaper said the girl was playing coy and swam a little too far, and the current pulled her under. Her boyfriend, a 23-year old teacher swam after her and literally tossed her close enough that she got a foothold and climbed out, but he was swept under. My friends and I were riding our bikes by when she asked us for help because he was drowning.
I biked back to the house and got my mom, a nurse, while my aunt called the police. That poor guy swam all that morning, through the night... Almost 16 hours... He kept trying to make it to the shore and would get picked up and beaten into the cliff. The helicopters couldn't get him because they couldn't keep a hold of him, and once he was swept near the rocks they couldn't fly as close as they needed to without fear of crashing...
Well needless to say my mother had sent me home, but I biked out right before daybreak because my mother hadn't come home, and I was worried, and I was a dumb kid that didn't know any better. There was a bonfire. Seems that now that he had died, the girl was waiting for him to wash up, and my mother and aunt were waitng with her. I saw the body out of the corner of my eye as my mother hustled me away, but I remember the awe and respect I felt for that poor guy. He was so purple and cut up, and he tried right until the end. I often think of him.
Next body was when my friend's father died. I walked up to the casket with him because he was shaking. Poor kid. Family was Mexican and the deceased had things pinned on him, mementoes for the afterlife, and afterwards he told me that he wished he hadn't given in to the temptation to look at the casket, because it was the last memory he had of him and it wasn't a good one.
Yeah, I'm not down for the casket viewings.
Edited, Mon Jan 26 08:56:11 2004 by Atomicflea
____________________________That's the kind of dude
I was lookin' for
And yes you'll get slapped
if you're lookin', ho