No, see, I took a forensics class once, because I like solving puzzles. There was no warning. The first thing that happened was a video. A person shot himself in the head with a .45. You might think, that death is instant, but he didn't die for about 30 full seconds. The gaping wound in his head, the whole time, was gorging with blood. His eyes bulged out, further and further with every passing second.

At some point during the course, I fainted. There were people who got crushed by box-crushing machines. There were others who slashed their own throats, multiple-times, because that is their misery. The time I fainted though, happened when we looked at stabbing photographs. They would say, "Here is a stab victim. This v-shape here is the result of someone being stabbed, and having the knife turned in their bodies.". I just wanted to solve puzzles. Officers make lots of black-humor.

.306 sniper-rifle to the head results in a clear-case of bottom-teeth and no-head. Blood is everywhere, and this is what the police deal with constantly in their lives. I don't know why, but after this disgusting class, I always somehow ate something.

I fainted one other time in my life, for no apparent reason whatsoever. I was 15, and taking a typing-class, like on a computer. I sat next to a Russian exchange-student and fainted like that.