Not gonna watch as I'm a pussy, but here's why:
In the '90s I lived in Hackney (London). Trains thru there ran on a live rail. About 6pm on a dark and cold winters evening, I'm stood at the edge of a platform as a train approached - sparks coming from underneath. People huddled up, cold and miserable and silent. All of a sudden there's a shriek - a dude runs down the slope of the end of the platform, onto the rail, towards the train. But he slips, falls across and onto the live rail, there's a 'whump!' noise and he jerks slightly but doesn't move. Then about 2 seconds later the train cuts him into pieces, and I see the pink and red inside as bits fall to the side, the train rolling forward while braking hard. Couldn't look away... could draw his face even today...
Haven't been able to watch a gory film since - as I say, pussified now...
Got a good story about my time as a reserve Firefighter / light airplane crash / finding an eyeball in the dark too to post one day...