We're being pushed aside by a wall of eager volunteer firefighters as they scramble to enter the trailer.  They go running down the very narrow hallway to render care.  Unfortunately it's too late.  The occupant has apparently died in his sleep.

This may be a good thing - for them.  Had this person simply been sleeping, or drunk/drugged, and a pace of strangers in civvies came thundering into my bedroom, the outcome could have been different. 

There was no fire.  This was a medical call.  And as the paid Paramedic on scene, my call.  Not to mention this was now a crime scene.  My partner finally went up to the guy blocking the doorway, tapped him on the shoulder, and in no uncertain terms, told him to get out of her way.  He did, but with a definite 'attitude'.

Whatever.  If they want to go look at a dead guy, so be it.  It was just a little strange, their enthusiasm.  Reminds me of an old haiku I wrote.

Eager firefighters
Like ants on a sugar cube
Each wanting to help