“Even working on the dead, with their faces covered, their names a mystery, you find that their humanity pops up at you – in opening my cadaver’s stomach, I found two undigested morphine pills, meaning that he had died in pain, perhaps alone and fumbling with the cap of a pill bottle.”

“Even working on the dead, with their faces covered, their names a mystery, you find that their humanity pops up at you – in opening my cadaver’s stomach, I found two undigested morphine pills, meaning that he had died in pain, perhaps alone and fumbling with the cap of a pill bottle.”

— Paul Kalanithi