It's full of dead people around here

A pupil was recounting a funny story to me last night while driving, about how she and members of her family found themselves to be wandering around in the morgue of a local hospital when they were unable to open a locked door to exit.  They were saved by a cleaner who was somewhat surprised to see them and asked, "Are you meant to be here?" to which they replied, "No, it's full of dead people around here, we are looking for 'outpatients'".  What a line - brings a whole new meaning to outpatients.

I'm finding that we seem to be living in this kind of parallel universe at the moment that bears no resemblance to normality - wandering around in a coma-like trance, numb to what is happening around us.  Parents of a primary school refusing their children to attend it on the basis that the school is conducting LGBT lessons that are becoming compulsory in September 2020 across the whole of the UK.  A prime minister who does not appreciate how ineffective she is and seemingly will not resign despite the utter chaos around her.  A doctor who is suspended because he could not hear the words of the patient in front of him.

How can an examiner mark a driving instructor down on a standards check for a made up safety critical incident that did not exist when the driving instructor can prove that they have not had one single accident in the ten years of providing driving training?

What on earth is going on?  If anyone would care to enlighten me, I would be very grateful.