IK seemed to be the one who was sent to sudden deaths on the shift I was on. It meant I was taken off normal policing as I effectively became a Coroners officer. All suicides were awfully sad affairs, from the overdose in bed to the jumpers on the railway.
One lucky one I recall was when a local butcher rang to say he'd not seen his lady friend ( mistress ) for a while. She had the flat above the shop. I rushed round and was met by a colleague. We broke in and found her, lifeless in the kitchen, having gassed herself after a lover's tiff.
We did CPR on the pavement and brought her back, thank God. Suicides were sordid, grubby scenes to attend. My paramedic daughter handled one on the railway. The cop who attended got counselling and a day off. The ambulance crew got no such thing...it was off to the next job, a gassing death !
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