I saw my grandmother when she died at the funeral home, it wasn't open casket, just my dad and my aunts went to see her, and I said I would go too. I'd been around death before and I thought it was just going down to the funeral home to make final arrangements and pay respects before the funeral, but I get there they take us into the room and she is laying there on the table. I was 10, she just looked like she was sleeping, I mean wasn't gruesome or anything, she looked peaceful, except I kept looking for her chest to rise and it didn't, I was ok after that, but that night I had aweful dreams and woke up physically ill. Another time I was driving past an accident scene on the highway at about 5mph saw a motorcycle wrecked to hell and a smashed up truck, I look out the window there are 2 body bags with people in them and another guy that was partially covered with a sheet, which blew off as I was driving by, he was also dead they just didn't have a body bag for him I guess, that was terrible, I think I was 14 or so at the time, it was on a swim trip and we were on the bus.