I was a brand new basic and my partner was a 25 yr vet who spent a week picking through body parts at the OKC bombing, so quite a difference between us.
We respond to an unknown medical, roll up to this house, there's 3 people outside looking very distressed. We walk in and granny is laying deader than a door nail with her head next to a bowl of oatmeal at the kitchen table. One of the people from outside walks in and is just beside herself. So my partner looks her dead in the eye and says, "So, who cooked breakfast?"
Same partner, except this time we're responding to a 30 O6 to the face (suicide)and basically this guys head is quite literally blown off. He's done it in the bathroom on the toilet and there are little (and big) pieces of brain all over the place. So the sheriff shows up before my partner can get outside to smoke, walks up to the bathroom and asks my partner, "Is it bad?" My partner then proceeds to turn around with his finger in his mouth and replies, "Meh, tastes like chicken."