[ WP ] A brilliant scientist is found dead in their lab . Their lab notes simply state `` Please do not disturb my body , the experiment would be irrevocably ruined . ''

`` Please do not disturb my body, the experiment would be irrevocably ruined.'' 
 
 I thumbed over the note another time. Not the real one, of course. That note was collecting dust somewhere in evidence. Unless some kind of miracle happens in the next twenty minutes, it'll probably never see the light of day again. And so begins the countdown: twenty years until we can legally destroy this `` evidence'' and free up some more space in our lockers. I know they're the words of a dead man, but it's getting hard to see this kind of shit as anything other than selfish. 
 
 I guess it's hollywood's fault, this look on the new kid's face. He look concerned, like something supernatural is really here in the same room as him. He'll lose those eyes within the year, replaced with the jaded eyes of experience. Until then, I'm even sick of his naivete. Fresh faces just remind me of old partners, and why they wo n't give me a new one. 
 
 Ahh crap. I got lost in thought for a second there. Now the lab guys are shuffling around trying to kill time while the rookie pretends to take notes. They'd all be adorable if there was n't a dead man here we had to be responsible for. 
 
 `` Look, I do n't give a shit what you, or any of the media think about all this. He's been dead 48 hours, and with no family to report to and no suspicion of foul play, that makes him our problem now. Bag it and tag it. I do n't care if Dr. Strangelove is waiting in the wings with a stopwatch and a voltmeter. This experiment is over.'' 
 
 They all hum and haw. So much for being the senior man on site. 
 
 `` Look, kids, it's not so hard. You put the body in the bag.'' I start shoving the feet in. The blood drains from their faces as I unceremoniously struggle to get a hundred pounds of meat into a federally approved sack. 
 
 `` Look you idiots, there is n't a punchline. This stiff is n't gon na reach up and grab me. There is no crazy future-machine that's gon na bring his ass back from the dead. It's just another suicide with dillusions of grandeur. We get dozens a year in a city like this, and the sooner you learn that nothing is gon na happen, the sooner we can all just get back to our ordinary crap.'' 
 
 Some of them reluctantly hold the bag open for me. I shove his elbows into place. By the time they see the next idiot crackpot with a cryptic note, hopefully they'll be over all their nerves. 

