Cadaver Days

No one told me that I'd be awake, no one told me about any of this at all...

I remember quite clearly that the process to donate my body wasn't clear at all. The man in charge said my body could go several different places. It could be used for anything from dentistry to surgical practice. It might remain whole or it might be divided into pieces for use in different mediums. I might be used for one class or I might be used for ten. They might not even use my whole body; they may just need my bones. Supply and demand he had said. As I remember it, the only thing the man seemed sure of was that my body would be treated with the utmost respect by both students and staff of any institution I might be sent to, with any indiscretions being severely punished. Well, tell that to the freckled kid that sneezed into my abdomen.