Not a human one. The first dead body I ever truly saw up close was this poor raccoon that apparently got hit by a car. I was about 4 or 5 years old and felt really sorry for him. Thankfully, the teachers that were having our class walking by him on the field trip kept me from touching him. I've also seen animals my dogs have killed, but didn't eat. Plenty of dead bugs.
When my grandma died a few years ago, part of the funeral involved an open casket session that would take place before the service at the church. My family has having issues helping mom, who had medical problems at the time, get ready for the funeral. Frankly, I think we got the better end of the deal, having to run to Wal-Mart in our funeral clothes and go grab some clothing items for mom (long story, you don't need to hear it), as well as Kleenex to bring to the funeral service. I was really not interested in seeing my beloved grandma, lying dead in a coffin. I wanted to remember her as she was when she was alive. Incidentally, that was the easiest funeral I ever went to, simply because we missed out on the open casket and burial parts.
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