"DO YOU KNOW C.P.R.?!?

"DO YOU KNOW C.P.R.?!?"

I had just picked up a stack of arrest warrants at the office and was on my way to serve one. The guy I was looking for had been in trouble on several occasions, but not for anything very serious. A few minor drug possession charges, as well as some driving charges. I knew he drove a blue pickup truck and as I pulled in to the driveway of the trailer he was supposed to be staying at I saw his truck parked behind the residence.
I walked through the yard to the front steps and knocked on the door. I heard someone rustling around inside and finally an older man answered the door. It was this man's son I was looking for. I asked the man if his son was home (I was already sure he was because his truck was there). The man told me that he wasn't, I asked if he would mind if I came in and looked around just to be sure. The man became very nervous and told me that he didn't want me to search his house. I tried again, but he was very adamant about not letting me in, which just furthered my suspicion that he was indeed hiding inside. I told the man that I had a warrant for arrest and to tell his son to get in touch with me. The man assured me that he would let his son know.
I left the residence feeling a little bit duped but knew I would eventually catch the guy I was looking for. I drove about half a mile up the road when I got a call to do a death investigation at the house I had just left. I turned my car around and headed back to the trailer. When I pulled in the driveway a large older woman was standing on the porch yelling at me "DO YOU KNOW C.P.R?!?" I told her I did and she just said "He's in the bedroom!"
I went into the bedroom and saw the man I was looking for a few moments ago laying on the bed, his father standing over him looking helpless, "Please help him, he's so cold." he said never taking his eyes off his dead son. I knew immediately that he had been dead for several hours. The dead have a certain facial expression, that only the dead seem to be able to make. His eyes were wide open and blindly staring at the ceiling, there was mucous running from his nose to his mouth. His mouth was fully open and frozen in a silent, violent looking yawn. The man was laying on his back and from the middle of his body down he was purple, from his non flowing blood settling where gravity had left it. I felt the man's neck for a pulse knowing there would be none. This guy was stiff, so stiff you couldn't even move his arms or fingers. I looked at his father and called E.M.S. on the radio. "Please help him." his father pleaded, as several tears had begun flowing down his cheeks. "I'll do the chest compressions if you do the breaths" I told his father. I knew this would do no good, but it would make the parents feel better and less helpless than just staring at their son. I began to give the compressions, and when I finished a cycle I instructed the father on how many breaths to give, and to make sure that air wasn't escaping through his son's nose.
As he gave the breaths I saw the air go straight into the man's stomach as the belly of the dead man began to swell. I knew that air was going to come back out in a fetid way and was glad I wasn't giving the breaths. I began another cycle of compressions and felt two of the man's ribs break under my hands, it made a sickening sound and a bad feeling to my touch, it felt very unnatural, and I prayed that his father hadn't heard it.
E.M.S. arrived and pronounced the man dead. His mother begged and pleaded with them to do anything to help her son. I was glad not to be them at that moment. I did my report and took the required pictures, while waiting for the funeral home to transprt the body.
After everything was finished the man's father pulled me to the side and told me he appreciated everything I had done, and that a part of him realized that his son had been dead too long for help. He said that after I had left he went to wake his son up to take him to the court house to take care of the warrant and found him lying in the bed. He said he was sorry for lying to me about his son being there. He told me that his son had recently gotten divorced and wasn't allowed to see his children, and was very depressed as well as having a drug problem. He said his son had actually made several comments about ending his life the night before, but that was not uncommon for him. I told him that there was nothing he could have done to help his son. That his son had already made up his mind about dying. I returned the warrant unserved.