My fat doesn't affect you bullshit Long time lurker first time poster here. Also excuse the format, I'm on my phone.  Okay so here's some background. I'm a mortician's daughter and when I was younger my family and I lived in a funeral home. (Yes, I've heard of My Girl.) The funeral home was built in the early 1900s and still had the original embalming tables, which are cast iron and beautiful btw, and were actually rather large, but not large enough for some of the beasts we encountered.  So anyways I've seen all types of gross dead people such as gruesome murders to bloated and decomposing, but nothing disgusts me like a dead ham beast does. The equipment to hoist the deceased around isn't made to hold a planet, so when they came in my dad, who is not a small guy and usually could haul a body around on his own, would have to call me and my brothers down to help manually move these giants.  So the trouble starts with getting them into the funeral home. Bc it was built so long ago the builders didn't take into account that people would get huge and there was a rather steep ramp into the back of the building. It takes all four of us straining just to get the damn butter barges inside. Then bc the hoists can't accommodate such a massive weight we have to pick up their sides and slide up to 3 backboards underneath them so we can push them onto a table that isn't big enough for them (but what table would be!?). One time while pushing one my hand slipped and became lost in a fat fold. Seriously, I couldn't even see my own wrist and when I quickly yanked my hand out, almost screaming, decomposed skin came out with it stuck to my glove and this man was not a decomp. I've never been so traumatized in my life and I've seen a lot of shit. So when these things say that they're fat doesn't affect me I want to punch them in the throat, bc some poor souls are going to have to deal with their body someday risking injury and sanity in the process. End rant