When and if I ever get around to writing my memoirs as an environmental consultant, I'm probably going to entitle it Places to Get Rid of a Dead Body.
Considering the places I go, the only really surprising thing is that I haven't found one yet.
The outstanding Jamaican reggae band Black Uhuru once sang, "I and I trod the maroon trod inna desolate places." I understand. I have trod in those desolate places, too.