Now back in those days, after the patient is pronounced, you got the body ready for the funeral home. Back then the funeral home personal came to the floor to pick up the body and transport to the funeral home.

The nurse in charge was fairly new to the floor. She had the accent of a hillbilly, slow and drawn out with a twang. Just to have a conversation with her was a treat in itself. She had never prepared a body before. Back then you bathed them, stuff cotton in the rectum, wrap the manhood in gauze on men (to keep urine from getting on the body or bed ) or stuff the vagina if a woman.

Then you wrap them in a shroud and wait for the funeral home attendant to arrive. I talked her thru each step. Another patient had turned the call light on. I went to answer the call light and left the nurse alone. When I came back to the room, she had gone somewhere. I checked the body to see if all procedures were carried out. My mouth dropped open as if the hinges were broke. I didn't say anything to the nurse.

When the attendant from the funeral home came, he went directly to the deceased's room. Suddenly aloud howl of laughter came from the room. You see the nurse wrapped the man's manhood so tight that it looked as if he was ready for sex. Also she had tied a pretty little bow on the gauze. The nurse was so mad for a while and then she laughed so hard, I thought all the patients would wake up. I guess you can find humor anywhere.