"I hope I make a really stinky corpse. Perhaps making a young trainee EMT vomit in disgust, so that everyone at their station can have a good laugh at their expense" I remember a nurses' station conversation on an orthopaedic ward where we all decided that we'd become pleasantly confused at 80, fracture a neck of femur and be sexually inappropriate with the male nurses/doctors/physios etc. Can't say we ever discussed how we'd eventually go though. I wasn't a ward nurse for very long before going into working in the community, but I still remember that death smell. And I remember some living patients having a "smell of death" about them as well, and knowing they didn't have long to go. I don't miss that at all *ick*.