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Everything was going well at first, then the familiar change in body language and the theatre team knew they couldn’t escape from another rendition of Dem Bones, Dem Bones, Dem Dry Bones.
The team worked frantically to get the patient’s heart beating again but to no avail.
Then the haunting lilt of ‘I ain’t got no-body’ filtered down from the theatre lights and the surgeon fainted.