I’ve never had the misfortune of dealing with it IRL myself, but the stories from cops who’ve had to retrieve bloated ‘floaters’ from shorelines or bodies of water are pretty daunting - describing ‘the deceased’ as sometimes coming apart in their hands like an overcooked pot roast (“fall off the bone ribs, $9.99 this Thursday at Al’s Cookhouse!”).
I once had the opportunity to visit a dead whale on a beach and the craziest thing is the smell. It’s so aggressive and overwhelming. Because the whale died at sea it started to decompose and the rancid oils covered the beach. The belly had popped and the meat was dark blue blackish. My sinuses got PTSD.
Nothing compares to a massive rotting meat sack marinating in salt water for a few days.
Oh god the smell
I’ve never had the misfortune of dealing with it IRL myself, but the stories from cops who’ve had to retrieve bloated ‘floaters’ from shorelines or bodies of water are pretty daunting - describing ‘the deceased’ as sometimes coming apart in their hands like an overcooked pot roast (“fall off the bone ribs, $9.99 this Thursday at Al’s Cookhouse!”).
I once had the opportunity to visit a dead whale on a beach and the craziest thing is the smell. It’s so aggressive and overwhelming. Because the whale died at sea it started to decompose and the rancid oils covered the beach. The belly had popped and the meat was dark blue blackish. My sinuses got PTSD.
Nothing compares to a massive rotting meat sack marinating in salt water for a few days.