I'm so glad you remember that too Bird Dog. Just a small correction .... It was the old Worldways hangar, and I too will never forget that door siren. Actually, until the day I die I'll never forget standing there with my back to the door when the siren went off, and then turning round after the doors opened and seeing all those hearses lined up outside, with planes taking off and landing and good ol' Terminal 1 and 2 in the background, as dozens of us pallbearers stood waiting to load the caskets into the hearses. And then the sirens again as the doors closed. Several of us were really overcome. It was both one of the saddest moments of my life but an honor for me to carry one of my friends and co-workers on their final trip.
Those that were there in 1991 at the old Wardair hangar when the remains of our friends were off loaded in their respective caskets from the crash must remember the distictive door siren going sounding as the doors motioned to close. Even today when I hear such a horn when any door hangar closes, it takes me back to that time. I remember witnessing the heartache on the faces of each family member, which months prior were smiles and laughter at a company Christmas party. There is nothing more devastating than watching a parent bury a child....nothing.
It provided a certain level of acceptance and was an incredible sight (from what I'm told from other attendees who were watching it all), and was a very emotional ceremony.
In true Nationair style, some Management personnel had to cast a pall on it afterwards and referred to it as a "freakshow".