Wait for the lyrics… Oh just kidding. There aren’t any.
“Loud Pipes” / Ratatat (2006)
More things I’ve learned from watching television:
When speaking to each other, doctors (particularly medical examiners) always take great care to explain in specific detail the ailment / injury / condition in question. I imagine it’s done so as to refresh the memory of the other person; after all, sometimes medical school was a long three years ago (because, as we all know, all doctors are either young and fresh-faced or old and suffering from tragic dementia).
Essentially, a typical conversation goes something like this:
MEDICAL EXAMINER: It seems that our Jane Doe suffered blunt force trauma to the head.
OTHER DOCTOR: Yes, the object that struck her head would have caused internal injuries to her brain. The brain is important. It controls many things.
ME: Like the future?!
OD: No (gentle laughter) but it does let us know when we have to poop and pee so we don’t mess ourselves. It also tells us who to have sex with.
ME: Oohhhhh… Wait. What?
OD: So if something hard, like a baseball bat or the NHL’s Hart Memorial Trophy is brought down on one’s head, like this (raises the Hart Trophy over his head)…wait, aren’t we supposed to have human-like dummies full of a realistic blood solution so as to replicate the injuries suffered to actual people?
ME: No. But I have this watermelon I was going to cut open and pour Everclear into for the after-work party tonight.
OD: Thanks for inviting me, asshole.
ME: Oh, heh, heh. This is your invitation. It was going to be a… surprise.
OD: Ohmygosh you’re the best! Anyway, if someone were to traumatically use a blunt, forceful object in a manner…such…as…this (raises Hart Trophy above his head, bringing it down with great speed unto the right parietal lobe of Dr. Medical Examiner)
OD: (pauses). Oh holy fucking hell.
OD: (pauses). This is bad.
OD: Wait, is this the real Hart Trophy?