Halloweenies!

Why don't witches have children? Their husbands' have Halloweenies! hahahahahaha. Love that 5th grade joke. So this morning I wake up to the newsman on my radio station giving the 3rd report of 5, as a build up to Halloween, on the county morgue. Today was particularly morbid, but I'm sure it's nothing compared to what's coming.
If you are murdered or found dead without any family to claim you, your fate is the county morgue. And in this county of 10 million, there are hundreds and hundreds of souls left to rot there. Body bags are expensive, and can only be used once, so these bodies are placed in plastic bags of sorts, and wrapped with ropes and stored on shelves and shelves of 45 degrees storage rooms. A specialized fork lift moves the bodies from intake to storage, and just hearing about it, one can only displace compassionate feelings in order to process this body factory.
The reporter described the chilly air, the smell, and the sounds. The sound is silent, except that rotting bodies create gasses. Gasses want to be released, thus creating sounds. I wasn't quite clear on whether they make a true farting sound or if it's just a whooshing sound.
The smell is not rotting, but it is bad enough of cured rotting, gas release, formaldehyde. By comparison, the reporter said, the Los Angeles smog smelled sweet. The real problem was the stink that stuck around. He kept saying it stayed in his sinuses. But I learned the real truth from CSI. The stink molecules stick in the nose hairs and continue to keep giving, all damn day long. I can relate. Years ago, when I worked on the cruise ship, some bozo peed in the sauna. Even though we washed the sauna and sprayed with a powerful deodorant and the smell was gone out of the sauna and room, I kept smelling that smell for a day.
Tomorrow should be another day of yuck. Gore. Goo.