When a man died on a hillside, nobody knew who he was. But a local journalist was determined to find out. This was somebody’s son, somebody’s friend. Someone must be missing him. The eyes are the window to the soul. But the teeth hold many secrets. Could Caroline Wilkinson’s facial...

Fresh, Bloat, Active Decay, Advanced Decay and Dry Remains. There’s a rhythm and a pattern to decomposition. This body, found on a hillside, is in Active Decay. Flies are swarming, maggots wriggling. But could these unseen undertakers of the insect world tell us more about how long the body had...

For Carla Valentine, the mortuary has always been her place of sanctuary. The constant cold, the passing through of bodies, it can be a predictably ordered place. But sometimes, something a little different happens. A human jawbone, washed up on a shore near Dundee, has the locals in a state...