Super-Sized Autopsy Tables Needed For Big Corpses
January 5th, 2008More freedom fries, corn syrup and dead, cooked blood/pus hormone milk. And NutraSweet. Don’t forget that.
Via: Local6:
The Orange-Osceola Medical Examiner’s Office has a new addition: An autopsy table that can support 1,000 pounds.
The standard used to be around 300 pounds. But more medical examiners said they need larger tables to accommodate larger bodies.
Larger morgue drawers and other equipment used to carry and store the dead are also in demand.
Researchers said more than 20 percent of Floridians are obese.
In the Orange-Osceola Medical-Examiner’s Office, that means performing an autopsy on one 300-pound person a week.
The office’s chief investigator says it’s been difficult working with such large bodies on standard-sized tables.
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I worked for awhile in a cemetery and used to hear inside information. Another problem with extra large dead bodies is with the cremation process. If the whole body is cremated at once, the rendered fat can over fill the drip pans, spilling out on the floor and have been known to burn down the whole crematorium. So, they have to cut the bodies in half and fire them up half at a time to be on the safe side. Since then, I’ve hoped to lose weight before I die…
Wow. Sounds like biodiesel production should be a side business!
What do they do with fat in the drip pans?
Who Ate Gilbert Grape.
Movie about a really fat mom, whose children, played by Depp and DiCapria burned the house down around their huge mother. A classic film.
Re fatness: I think there are a lot of people who are too afraid to go outside, walk around, – its is just TOO SCARY for most people who live in the U.S. and not just Florida now.
Too scary cause of the TV.
Specific to Florida and the U.S- Too painful when the nostils are assaulted by the smell of suburbanites using DRYER SHEETS.
Long ago, I drove to Florida from wherever I was living (most likely D.C.) in my VW Beetle. Picked up my sister and drove back north. I think we went to Canada to help my sister with her cancer.
Back then in 1982 or so, the bods were thin in Florida. We commented on how much wider and larger all bodies were as we headed north. I think I attributed the difference to the sun in the south and the cold in the north.
Hoo Boy. Times are a changing when the lard on a body is moving south.
Its really a shame.
The sun is a healing force.
Light from the sun is the best medication against depression, etc.
Sheesh. This is a very depressing story.
Why? the sunshine factor is proved to be a boon against prostate cancer, as well as depression.
But FAT? I don’t think it is because of the weather.
Diet. High Fructose Corn Syrup.The FEAR FACTOR broadcasted from the TV.
The TV is the bane of the human being living on this planet.
The TV is a drug, keeps you from feeling lonely and at the same time keeps the day of reckoning with yourself and the world around you at bay with all of its corporate pablum.
The TV keeps people from the REAL NEWS. The dollar is in the dumpster, John Edwards came in second in Iowa, oil is over $100 per barrel.
Sheesh.
I dunno.
Yep. It might be a
Broadcast News: one of my favorite films.
I think the drip pans catch the fat as it melts and eventually it burns up with the body. But, when there is too much, the burning fat has been known to leak out and spread into the rest of the place, thus burning down the facility. Maybe they have changed the procedure now, I don’t know. That’s the story that I heard ten years ago or so from somebody in the business.
Biodiesel…candles….maybe our fat is good for something!Part of me would sorta like to think so…
“Soylent Green is people!”
NutraSweet is very bad stuff. Anything including High Fructose Corn Syrup won’t be as bad for you as that crap. And it’s useless as a sugar substitute because it makes you crave carbohyrdates.
As an excitotoxin, NutraSweet™ is very bad stuff indeed.
Better still is the decomposition into formaldehyde and other less-than-friendly substances under even the slightest warming (room temperature) during post-production and handling, any and all beverages containing Donald Rumsfeld’s early home run for the Overlords as the head of Searle literally eats away at your brain.
“I’ll have another Coke Zero™ please”, stuttered the habitual victim, his fingernails scrabbling on the table to his left seeking the comfortable shape of his bottle of formaldehyde-laced excitotoxins.
Jerked through the Congress during the Reagan era and foisted off on an unwitting populace as a health benefit, aspartame is one of those clues that the eugenics gang — the Austrians my Mosel-Frankish father-in-law has nightmares about and their German colleagues recruited into the American fold — didn’t lose out in the aftermath of WWII. Quite the contrary. They went big time.
Mind-boggling is the wooly mind f**k they’re able to pull over the eyes of all but a narrow percentage of the population with the help of Bernays analysis of the herd mind and his map of the most effective buttons.
Ironically, made all the more effective via the brain damage induced by consumption of the pantheon of industrialized poison masquerading as modern “foods”.
HFCS™ is Archer-Daniels-Midland™’s way of making the fat f**ks even fatter. Think about how dumb it is to use corn as feed stock for cattle and dairy herds, whose multiple stomach system is adapted/designed to grazing grass, silage, etc. Now see the obvious connection.
Perhps they’re fattening the planet up to increase all the miraculous “new” high-tech oil production processes (based on decades-old patents) sure to be coming online in the next several years?
Am I the only one here contempating Tyler Durden and the potential market for high-quality personal care products?
Meanwhile, in a dark back office in an advertising agency in Los Angeles or London, red eyes gleam and a pair of dark leathery wings shudders gently with laughter as I type this silliness into reality — and he realizes the Monarch folks missed yet another one. Then he picks the phone and calls the marketing team together for a brainstorming meeting about his new idea for a personal line of fancy soaps…