So it is Christmas Eve and I am working. The clock strikes midnight and all is quiet. We are called to a house where the Police have broke into, information was passed to them stating a man had died in there 2 days ago.
The Police officers meet us there and inform us that the male is indeed dead, and we are required to fill in 'Life Extinct' forms. The Officer warns me and my colleague that the dead man has a dog, which is now locked in the kitchen, but it has 'had a go at him'. We were warned to prepare for a gruesome sight.........
The dead male is lying in the lounge, surrounded by literally hundreds of empty whisky bottles. His jeans are round his ankles, as are his underpants. The aforementioned dog (a Jack Russell) has chewed off his penis and his testicles too. There is just nothing there but a bloody mess, with some stringy skin on the floor next to him.
Most gruesome thing I have ever seen. Merry fucking Christmas indeed.
The Police officers meet us there and inform us that the male is indeed dead, and we are required to fill in 'Life Extinct' forms. The Officer warns me and my colleague that the dead man has a dog, which is now locked in the kitchen, but it has 'had a go at him'. We were warned to prepare for a gruesome sight.........
The dead male is lying in the lounge, surrounded by literally hundreds of empty whisky bottles. His jeans are round his ankles, as are his underpants. The aforementioned dog (a Jack Russell) has chewed off his penis and his testicles too. There is just nothing there but a bloody mess, with some stringy skin on the floor next to him.
Most gruesome thing I have ever seen. Merry fucking Christmas indeed.
