The first thing I noticed when I got there was the smell. Dead bodies, even freshly-dead ones, have a distinctive odor that can't be described only experienced. The second thing I noticed was this particular dead body had not gotten that way gently. In short, he was a mess.
The walls were splattered with blood, and sundry internal pieces-parts too badly degraded to conclusively identify. The poor sod had been torn literally limb from limb.
A quick inventory on my part noted there didn't quite seem to be the requisite number of parts present as usually constituted a body. To whit, the guy was missing two limbs or so ...well, and a head. The majority of corpses, in my experience, DID have a head.
The M.E. glanced up as my shadow fell across him.
"Oh...it's you. Uhh..His name was Milo Scaggins. White male, 34 years of age, six feet tall, 200 pounds. He was an organ donor"
I quirked an eyebrow, "Damn Denny. I know you're good, but how the hell did you get all of THAT from THIS??"
"No mystery there. Found a wallet in what's left of his pants. And before you ask, no. We didn't find the rest of him..anywhere. Ask me for a cause of death and I WILL kick your ass or die trying."
In lieu of a reply, I drained off the last of my coffee. I was going to need a refill. This was looking to be a VERY long day.