This one time during my first few weeks of volunteering in the ER as a premed, I was busy doing one of my usual scut routines, loading the towel oven. This tech comes up and asks if I could give them a hand in the back (I'm a big guy.) So over in what passed as a trauma room in that smallish ER, there was a guy maybe 50 y/o laying there as if he were taking a nap. They needed my help rolling him into the body bag. Apparently he was out playing soccer with his kids when the MI hit. You could still smell the sweat on him. Naturally, what bugged me was his eyes. I wish they had closed them like they always do in the movies. "I'm sorry, he's gone" the sad doctor says in the movies as he reaches over and closes both eyelids with one hand. I guess real life ER staff are so inured to it that they don't even notice little things like the wide stare of death anymore.
First death as a med student was a 60ish woman having a routine lumpectomy for DCIS. It was a nothing operation, out before we were even in almost. She was throwing some PVCs during the procedure but I figured that it was nothing, and besides it wasn't my place to say anything since med students are about as important and about as respected as the drunk in the ER who likes to pee on the floor. Anyway, she coded out in recovery about 15 minutes later. I kicked myself all day because I felt like I should have brought up the PVC's during surgery but of course that would have accomplished nothing anyway, except maybe to piss off the anesthesiologist. Usually the surgeon likes to have the student along when he talks to the family... that time, of course, he didn't.
It was weird how the simplest operation can end with a code, whereas monster emergent bowel resections following a perf can leave the patient almost looking like nothing happened a week later. Kind of scary how random it is.