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I have a shamefully dark question for firefighters. I'm sorry but I'm just too curious to not ask... It's about the smell and how that affects life.

How does the smell affect your life, how do you deal with it, do you have any stories.

Im a trivia nerd and sometimes facts connect in an "oh no" kind of way.

Today the fact of "smell is the strongest scent tied to memory and emotions" hit the fact "pigs are very close in alot of ways to human tissue"

That leads to the "oh no"

Its got to be difficult entering after a terrible fire and smelling food, possibly even remember you nyanas famous pulled pork.

Sorry to be gruesome but that's what I'm asking about.

How do you put that aside? Do you get sick when Nana makes what used to be your childhood favorite?

I couldn't deal with that, the thought alone shook me. How do firefighters deal with that? Do family members change meal plans if you had a bad situation that day? Do some firefighters become vegetarians? Is it something you kinda just get over after a couple times?

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  • Not a firefighter, though I'm related to some and have had discussions about the morbid stuff with them.

    From my end of things, I've been around burn victims, and close enough to a fire where someone was burned to death to have smelled what you're asking about.

    Like others have said, during a fire, the firefighters are going to be geared up, so they won't smell it while it's happening. The lingering smell isn't as noticeable after because there's just too many other smells present. That was true for me as a bystander, and my family have said the same.

    But I can't say it smells different in a way that I could sniff it on the wind and automatically know that it was a person, and not someone grilling. I might guess it was pork rather than beef, but I'd say that venison getting over cooked is closer than pork getting over cooked.

    It just smells like burning meat. And it wasn't even that strong at the fire I was present for. I would have guessed it was something in a freezer or fridge at the time.

    The remains that time essentially smelled like burnt meat. Damn near all meat smells the same when burnt. Only thing I can think of that stands out is really oily fish. And even that isn't so different it matters much because the burnt meat smell is still the dominant odor.

    Raw human meat smells the same as raw animal meat usually. I've been wrist deep in wounds, infected or not, and I've processed freshly killed animals. Only time I could tell a difference between mammals is wild vs domesticated. A lot of game animals smell gamy, and domesticated rarely do, and won't be as strong.

    Imo, if you would have a problem with the smell of burnt human being so close to the smell of burnt animal, chances are that the smell of meat cooking would have already bothered you a little. It does bother some people. But I've never known anyone that eats meat suddenly give it up after smelling burnt human. I've heard of it, but never met anyone that said it.

    Now, there's a pretty damn common reaction to the immediacy of something like that. Like, don't ask me to eat a rare steak right after I pack a wound, you dig? But a well done burger? Sure. That's down to individual tolerances though, and mine is more that when I'm packing a wound, it's usually in bad shape, likely infected or with necrotic tissue.

    And the smell of rotting meat, human or not, will put a lot of people off their feed for a while.

    So, I'd say that, overall, it's less about the actual smell and more about how the individual copes with the knowledge that death and horror are everywhere. The more that kind of thing worries you, the more likely you are to see the connection between how much humans are just another kind of meat, and what we eat. The less it worries you, the less repulsion you'll feel from similar foods.

    It's why, even when I'm trolling vegans, I ain't mad at being vegan. They just have different set of associations between meat and where it comes from. Can't be upset about that at all.

  • This isn't really relevant to your question at all, but you reminded me of a (male) friend who is a gynecologist and married to a woman. I expected that the professional context would nullify any potential arousal towards his patients, but what I was curious about was whether this might bleed over into his personal life — i.e. did he still find his partner's vulva arousing, or does it put him into doctor-headspace. Apparently his profession causes no problems whatsoever in his sex life, because the compartmentalisation is so strong.

    He said that it feels almost like conceptual homonyms. For example, in the sentence "up past the river bank is the bank where I deposited my money", the word "bank" appears twice but means two very different things. Similarly, a vulva is a vulva no matter the context, but the meaning of it differs so much depending on the context that his brain literally doesn't parse them as being the same.

    Like I say, it's not related to your question, but I thought you might find it cool nonetheless. I would expect that firefighters would show a similar ability to compartmentalise, but perhaps the high-stress context of smelling human flesh may cause it to work differently.

  • The smell hasn't ever affected my life. It was noticeable, but not really scarring. I always avoided looking at the burned bodies, because it wasn't my job to pull them out. The visual was pretty bad.

    I think my first (and worst) was when we had to wait about six hours for the medical examiners to come and get the body. The scent permeated everything, to the point where the much more experienced fella I was working with advised to take off my clothes in my garage/outside the house and rinse them there, and only later bring them directly to the washing machine and add boiling water to the tub as it filled so the water would be even hotter than just from the water heater.

    After we had been there for six hours, we went to eat (it was night shift and about midnight, so we hadn't eaten anything for probably 18+ hours) at a burger joint. I get my sandwich, tilt my head down to take a bite, and that compressed my uniform shirt. Well... that air inside the shirt was completely from the dead person air, and I got a face full of it. Had to blow the air away for a second before I could take that bite again. I do remember the sandwich being delicious.

    I don't think any of my family knows when I find/see/examine dead bodies. They don't need to hear about it, and I eat when I'm hungry; no meal changes required. I probably wouldn't sneak a piece of raw sausage as it's ground after seeing brain matter, but I don't usually eat raw meat anyway.

  • I've been to the Ganges in India and thought burning human smelled more like lamb/mutton/goat than pork.

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