A friend of mine made the comment to have fun with the other mad writers. Well, I certainly had fun.
I wasn't sure how I was going to do at the morgue, but I did fine. One would think that someone who writes about vampires or shapeshifters tearing through the flesh would be less squeamish, but I usually am quite girly when it comes to actually seeing blood and gore. Fortunately, aside from dozens of jars with body parts, there was no body present. I don't know if I'm relieved or disappointed about that.