Following her to the viewing room, I discovered a young male not much older than myself lying on a stretcher. Dead on arrival, he had been found by family members in the garage, sitting in the front seat of a running car.
There wasn't a mark on him, which somehow made things more difficult. In the past, bodies I had helped bag were victims of trauma or cardiac arrest... people we had at least tried to save.
For this patient, however, all we could do was change him into a gown, place a pillow beneath his head and lay a blanket over the body before the family came in to grieve.