The beginning for you will be
when you stagger to your car.
The beginning for them will be
when a bulletin goes out
on the police radio reporting
a serious accident.
You won't hear the sirens
The ambulance and police car will
arrive almost at the same time.
They
will check you over and
pronounce you dead.
A few curious motorists who heard
the crash will stop and look at
your broken body, some of them will get sick.
The ambulance driver will roll out a
stretcher.The attendant will stuff your hands
under your belt and grab you
under your arms. The driver of
the ambulance will take hold
of your legs, You will be
placed on the stretcher and covered
with a blanket.
They will drive you to the coroner's
office,where a deputy coroner will
wheel you over to a big
scale. He will remove the blanket,
shake his head and say, "Another One."
Your clothes will be cut off with
scissors. You will be weighed and measured.
The deputy coroner will make a record
of your injuries, cover you up again
and wheel you to a small room
with hoses and white tile walls.
Traffic victims are almost always
a bloody mess.
You will be cleaned up as much
as possible and moved to a long
hall with several stretchers lined
up against pale green walls.
In that hall are 41 crypts, If it
has been a slow evening, you wiil have
a stretcher and a crypt all to yourself.
But, if it's Christmas, New Years
or Memorial Day weekend or any number
of many excuses for drinking or drugs,
you probably will have a lot of company.
They wil go away and leave you
there in the quietest room in town.
In an hour or so, they will come
and move you again. You will
be placed behind a large glass
window so your wife, husband, parents or
a friend can identify you. You
won't see the agony and pain in thier
eyes, and it's just as well.
Nor will you hear the screams and sobbing
when they lower the sheet and ask
"Is this your husband... wife... son...
daughter... brother...sister... friend?"
As I was saying, they are waiting
for you -- the police, the ambulance crews,
the coroners at the morgue and the
morticians, they are expecting you!!!
So remember this tonight, when you toss
down that last drink, or smoke
that last joint, or take one last
snort of cocaine, and climb
behind the wheel of your car.
Author Unknown
