Everyone deals with the job in their own way.  When I have to do something particularly unpleasant at work, I reward myself with two things . . .

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These are the kinds of things that earn a Dr Pepper & a Butterfinger:

If I have to dig through congealed blood for a bullet . . . I deserve a Butterfinger!

If a maggot crawls on my foot . . . I deserve a Butterfinger!

If I can't get the smell of decomp outta my nose . . .  I deserve a Butterfinger!

If I get brain matter in the tread of my boot . . .  I deserve a Butterfinger!

If the medical examiner and I have to check each other before we leave a scene for brains on our clothing . . .

      I deserve a BUTTERFINGER!

(I deserved a Butterfinger today!)