Addendum: it wasn’t just about maintaining the supply of corpses.
For the cadaver classes, we’d begin in our normal classroom, then march them over to the anatomy labs. But before we entered the anatomy building, I’d stop them on the lawn outside and deliver a speech that went roughly like this:
“Before we go in, I need to tell you that if I hear one zombie joke or see an “Alas, poor Yorick” routine, I’ll be dragging you out of the room so fast that your feet won’t touch the floor. These are people, their decision to donate was fucking heroic, and they deserve your goddamned respect. Y’all hear me?”
