Pathologists and mortuary assistants were a strange group with a humour known to themselves.
When a famous singer died of an OD his rather massive appendage was stuck on the mortuary wall for several days like an elephants trunk.
The same pathologist used to enjoy the bodies fished out the Thames by Thames Division. They were very bloated and full of gas.
Before his abdominal incisions he would thrust a long hollow needle into the gut to release the gas. The smell was awful so he got his ronson out and created a oil rig fire.
///Pathologists and mortuary assistants were a strange group with a humour known to themselves.///
I'm glad that statement is in the past. Hopefully such appalling disrespect for the dead would not be tolerated today, however amusing some mortuary staff might find it.