The Quietest Room In Town
They have been expecting you.
They knew eventually you'd show up.
It won't be possible for you to know
What is happening, so I'll fill you in
The beginning for you will be
When you stagger to your car.
The beginning for them will be
When a bulletin goes out
On the police radio reporting
A serious accident
You won't hear the sirens
The ambulance and police car will
Arrice almost at the same time.
They will check you over and
Pronounce you dear.
A few curious motorists who heard
The crash will stop and look at
Your broken body, some of them will
get sick.
The ambulance driver will roll out a stretcher.
The attendant will stuff your hands under
your belt and grab you under your arms.
The driver of the ambulance will take
hold of your legs, you'll be placed on
the stretcher and covered with a blanket.
They will driver you to the coroner's office,
where a deputy coroner will wheel you over
to a big scale. He will remove the blanket,
shake his head and say, "Another One".
Your clothes will be cut off with scissors.
You will be weighed and measured.
The deputy coroner will make a record
Of your injuries, cover you up again
And wheel you to a small room with
hoses and white tile walls.
Traffic victims are almost always a
bloody mess.
You will be cleaned up as much as possible.
And moved to a long hall with several
stretchers lined up against pale green walls.
In that hall are 41 crypts, if it has been a
slow evening, you will have a stretcher and
a crypt all to yourself.
But if it's Christmas, New Years or Memorial
Day weekend or any number of many excuses for
drinking or drugs, you probably will have lost of
company.
They will go away and leave you
There in the quietest room in town.
In an hour or so, they will come
And move you again. You will be placed
Behind a large glass window so your wife,
husband, parents or a friend can identify you.
You won't see the agony and pain in their eyes,
and it's just as well.
Nor will you hear the screams and sobbing
When they lower the sheet and ask
"Is this your husband..wife..son..daughter,
brother..sister..friend?"
As I was saying, they are waiting for you-the
police, the ambulance crews, the coroners
At the morgue and the morticians, they are
expecting you!!!
So remember this tonight when you toss
Down that last drink, or smoke, that
last joint or take one last snort of
cocaine, and climb behind the wheel
of your car.
-Author Unknown
(Question, is this how you want the end to be?
No? Don't drive drunk or under the influence of
drugs, save your life and another's life. It's in your
hands.! Remember tonight, that they are expecting
you in that quietest room in town.!)
