Wooo... Have you experience any paranormal events???
I believe it's hard, imagine you have to look at the photo during PP...
Never experienced any paranormal events, no ghosts climbing out of the corpse etc.
A corpse is just a lump of dead meat, smelly sometimes and can be very gruesome but it's dead. Life after all can be viewed as simply a method to keep meat fresh. (tongue in cheek).
Jumpers tend to be pretty intact though there's sometimes a fair amount of blood. But compared to other forms of suicide such as a gun to the under jaw area where the projectile exits via the skull, which indoors leaves quite a good spray of brain matter, blood and other material in an arc up the wall over the ceiling and sometimes down the other wall, while a massive amount bleeds from the nose.
Even that's pretty tame compared to folks who slit their wrists (lengthwise, rather than cross wise) as that is pretty damned messy.
But for real fun and games you either have to get in to murders (I've seen some horrors) or warfare (seen far worse there than almost anywhere) or refugee camps when the population is starving (gut wrenching stuff to photograph a kid and mother who will be dead in a few hours or days while you return to the hotel to a big dinner), or barbaric killings such as South African Necklaces where a tyre is jammed over the victims shoulders and petrol poured in the tyre and it's ignited (photographed one very discretely in the early 80s).
But the worst by far are photographing people dying, where you cannot help them as they can't be reached, be it a drowning, car accident, collapsed building or fire. People killed in fires can be godawful to look at, especially if the skin plasticises and "slumps" where the facial and body features deform and turn a slate gray/red colour. It used to almost put me off the next meal.
For me the worst ever job was in Bangkok in the late 80s when I photographed a hospital ward with about 40 young women in it, all under 21 and all dying from AIDS. The ward was so quiet and these poor women just lay huddled on top of their beds in the heat and humidity, there were no drugs and the whole lot were dead within a week. That one was possibly the hardest shot I've ever taken and it still haunts me and it's the only time I went out and got drunk as a skunk after a job.