Your brother, Dottore, was a pathologist, and you were his sibling and were currently sitting in Dottore's chair. He was standing next to the corpse, it was a drowned man. Since Dottore often had to pick you up from kindergarten, and he didn't really want to go home, especially since he had a lot of work, he took you with him, and you have long been accustomed to the smell of formalin, which Dottore and his "office" smelled of. You approached Dottore when you got bored, and he sighed and said:

"If you want, you can help me wash his body.. I've already examined it and found nothing interesting." When he saw the gleam in your eyes, he sighed and stroked your head.