They found a body by my house.

only two, my grandparents. oh, and the one wil wheaton, river phoenix and one of the coreys found in the woods that one magical summer before junior high...

i saw a dead bird on the GW parkway today.

I dunno, does Michael Jackson count? He looks really weird.

is he cute?

I would like to know more about your 100 year old dead neighbour. People don't get accidentally buried under houses, do they? What sort of foul play happened down your street 100 years ago? I'm fascinated by this.

And to answer part two of the question, yes unfortunately I have seen more than one dead person. The most gruesome was a friend of mine who died in a storm at sea and his body was not discovered for a couple of weeks. Someone had to go and identify him, and I drew the short straw on that one. Identify him? Jeez. I was hard pressed to identify that it was even a human corpse due to the fact it was blackened and bloated and had bits missing. I had nightmares for weeks afterwards.

The saddest was seeing my Father after he died. He had been battling throat cancer for a year and seemed to be improving, but he collapsed and died suddenly late one evening. Everyone warned me against going to the mortuary to see his body next morning, but I'm glad that I did despite the fact it was so traumatic. I was very surprised that it really didn't look like my Dad, but I can't really explain how. I suppose it was like looking at the shell, when the essence of it had all disappeared.

Yeah I saw one on Thursday, walking to the pub. It was one of those plastinated bodies from the Body Worlds exhibition that's been moved out at put in a shop window. They have a sign next to it saying "This is a real actual dead body" or words to that effect. I've never seen an un-treated one.

So are they gonna have Time Team round to investigate your dead neighbour? Huh? Huh? Are they?

Last time I saw a dead person was in Cambridge. Our tourvan got stuck in massive fuckoff traffic jam, so I went to see what all the fuss was about, and there was this guy lying in the middle of the road in a pool of blood. I didn't realise he was dead until they threw a sheet over him. We were just irritated cause we had to drive all the way around the outside of town to get to the venue because they blocked off the whole centre of town coz of the accident. (I assume it was a traffic accident.)

I touched my dead grandmother's hand at her funeral.

It felt cold.

Funny enough, everything has been hush-hush--I have not heared anything about this. The grounds around my place used to be an old brickyard (where people used to make bricks), and that's about all I know.

When I was little I would go with my grandmother to the local funeral parlor pretty frequently. She and her friends, sadly enough, basically hung out there to visit the latest dead aquaintance. They were always excited to see me and pinch my cheeks (the ladies, not the dead folk). I would eat dinner mints and walk around looking at all the open-casket bodies in each room. I remember their lips were always rather crusty-looking. I guess they were glued shut and that's why?
I saw my great-grandmother's dead body that way, but the rest of the dead relatives have preferred to go without an open casket ceremony.

I used to be an archaeologist. So yes, I have seen dead bodies, although they were all skeletal. I still have someone's finger-bone in my wardrobe somewhere.

Recently-dead bodies: no. I've turned down the opportunity to "say goodbye" to dead relatives a couple of times.

once i saw a dead bum laying in the street, i think another bum stabbed him

My father was a funeral director so I always had my hand on a dead body (sometimes it was even part of my job!). I hated working there as my dad was a mentalist at work (completely normal at home though).

Lots of pickled corpses (whole and in parts) while studying anatomy. Yeurgh the smell of formaldehyde. No non-cadavers, no relatives.