Raphael was a doctor. He'd seen corpses before. But this... the smell was as awful as the decomposed flesh. The worst part was that Michael's face was just recognisable enough. He pulled his jersey over his nose and mouth and dug with his hands around Michael's legs. When he saw George returning, he thankfully stood up to take the tarp. How were they going to get the corpse onto the tarp without leaving half the flesh behind? Maybe if they levered with the shovels underneath, and take half the dirt with it. Or just lift him by his clothes.
"If we lift him all together so he doesn't, uh, come apart, that would work... George, flatten it out. I'll take his head." He made a face as he worked away the dirt around Michael's hair so he could get his hands underneath. Oh god, he was going to need an industrial Purell from the hospital.