“‘Theresa?’ She is distributing dissection guides to the tables, humming quietly as she works.
‘Mm?’
‘Who cuts off the heads?’
Theresa answers that the heads are sawed off in the room across the hall, by a woman named Yvonne. I wonder out loud whether this particular aspect of Yvonne’s job bothers her. Likewise Theresa. It was Theresa who brought the heads in and set them up on their little stands. I ask her about this.
‘What I do is, I think of them as wax.’
[…]
No one pays much attention to me, except for a small, dark-haired woman, who stands off to the side, staring at me. She doesn’t look as if she wants to be my friend. I decide to think of her as wax.”
— Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, Mary Roach
