Twig Beneath a Redwood Tree

Long ago I had a coroner friend. Wasn't long before he shared his dark stories... People passing away in strange ways-in strange places. Distorted postures-a maggot's buffet. People going for a bite to eat-never returning... his confessions never leave me. I shared my stories with him. but they paled in comparison to his. I doubt if he remembers any of them... Does anybody remember a twig beneath a redwood tree.