Beneath the hum of fluorescent lights, a tour of the morgue presents itself as a dare—a challenge to keep looking. Here, our guide is Doctor Francis Gross. The crisp snap of his latex gloves echoes in the tiled room, a sound punctuated only by the murmur of a camera and the steady breath of magnetic tape. He is a calm, clinical presence, flanked by real pathologists and a wary police officer, b...
