According to the rules of my mother and a few aunts, I finished the last few things.
The three aunts should be glad in their hearts at this time, they just agreed to let me participate, otherwise they would have been a mess by now.
My mother opened the door, and the police and people from the hospital also arrived in the corpse truck.
Everyone consciously stood aside and gave the police a place, and the police finally confirmed that it was a normal death through the body surface and some examinations, and directly issued a certificate to the hospital.
After the police left, the hospital staff asked our family to find a door panel and said that they were carrying the body of the deceased downstairs.
What I want to mention here is that there are stretchers in the hospital car, but many family members of the deceased have removed the door panels and carried the deceased downstairs, and I don't know exactly what it is.
The uncle and several uncles had already removed the door panel and prepared it, and several people lightly moved the grandmother's body to the door panel and carried it downstairs to the hospital's corpse truck.
People at the hospital said that their cars were inconvenient for their families to follow, and that we needed to drive behind them.
My uncle prepared a minibus in advance, and the whole family was able to sit down, and everyone followed suit.
On the way to the hospital, I whispered to the driver to keep a certain distance from the hospital car in front of me and stagger some positions.
This is what my grandmother mentioned when she chatted with me before her death, you can't follow the car that sent the dead to the road, or you will stagger the position, or you will go in the direction.
If you run into a wedding car, you have to go along with it, and some people believe that they will continue to get married.
The driver listened to my words, at first he was a little surprised at how a child could understand so much, and then immediately reacted and nodded to me in gratitude.
My idea is that, after all, my uncle found him, and although he is here to make money, there are some things that many people are taboo about.
If we know what our family knows, we should remind us that we can't say nothing without a bad conscience.
I went back to my mother and asked her in a whisper, "Do you have towels and candy at home?"
My mother looked at me in surprise, then nodded, and replied in a low voice, "Ready, I still understand this old rule." ” She probably didn't think about it, but I wasn't ignorant of these old rules.
The car soon arrived at the hospital and came out of the middle of nowhere, and the door of the morgue was cold and appeared in front of everyone.
I suddenly remembered that my grandfather was sent to this hospital when he passed away, and he was also sent to this morgue.
I felt a pain in my heart, and I forcibly followed everyone out of the car.
I told my mother to get a white towel and candy, wrapped them together and gave them to the driver.
The hospital staff used their stretcher to carry the body of the grandmother into the morgue, and the temperature inside and the outside were literally two worlds.
There was no trace of temperature, and the refrigerated cabinets neatly placed against the wall to store physical ones were all too familiar to me, and I could see them all day long at school.
The staff who transported the body handed over to the people in the morgue, and finally determined the freezer drawer where the grandmother's body was stored.
To everyone's surprise, the number of the grandmother's drawer is actually the same as the drawer stored at the time of grandpa's death Everyone was incredulous, and they all had complicated expressions on their faces.
The morgue staff put my grandmother's body in a drawer, looked at us without any expression and said, "The family will take another look, I'm going to lock the drawer." aa2705221: