Not a doctor, but I did grunt work in a pathology lab to pay through undergrad. > the doctors and nurses, so used to taking care of living patients, stared at one another stupidly, as if not knowing why they had come together or why they stood around the table. For a brief moment, each one of us likely had the same supernatural vision, how for the past six hours, after being declared brain dead, this woman had lain under the measureless power of death. Six hours she had been officially dead. Six times had the hour hand on the clock moved – and she had lain dead. Now she had re-entered the world of the living.

I saw that reaction to death exactly two times during morgue drop offs: once from a younger L&D nurse—although I think it was more the inside of the morgue walk-in creeping her out—and once from an ER nurse with a 9 year old (asthma attack). Never from any doctor, although granted I almost never saw any doctors at all at that shitty community hospital. I don’t think it really stops being weird, I think it’s baked into our brains just like arachnophobia in some people, but I’d be concerned if an OR team, let alone a transplant team, were sitting around in silence like that. Usually they listen to the radio.

It’s fairly common for people to be paid by special interest groups and lobbyists to put their names on ghostwritten articles. It’s what got Amber Heard in trouble. I could see it happening to doctors.