HOW would you like to be remembered? A bit of a serious question for the TV review I admit and I don't really expect an answer.

But after watching the Cutting Edge documentary on Channel 4, The Dead Body Squad, it left me all philosophical and a little depressed.

On paper, the idea of a TV programme about a gang of cleaners who get called into properties where the owners have died is hardly a rivetting prospect.

But there was something both disturbing and compelling about the programme as they donned their paper suits and masks to shovel away the debris.

Quite how some people can live in rooms piled high with rubbish, leftover food and much worse is hard to comprehend. It's enough to give Aggie and Baggie (or whatever their names are) nightmares.

But once I got over the feeling of revulsion that anyone could allow themselves to live in such squalor, it was soon followed by a feeling of profound sadness.

All those people whose homes were featured were at some point related to someone else. They all must have had friends, or at least aquaintances in their lives.

Many of them will have held down responsible jobs and in their spare time contributed to the community.

And yet, their lasting legacy will be a rotting pile of garbage in the living room or a bathroom so filthy the cleaners needed to put on breathing apparatus before entering. How sad is that?

The cleaning team themselves were the usual bunch of fly-on-the-wall characters, tackling their grim tasks with a wonderfully black humour.