If you can’t deal with it, stay at home, it’s voluntary. The last person you want on a recovery is a judgemental whinger.
I find this mantality odd.
When someone has gotten themselves into trouble cave diving, it's not like they bunked their head in the cavern zone and need a coordinated team of the world's most highly trained divers to come and extract them.
When a body needs to be recovered it's usually from somewhere hairy as hell. Somewhere they shouldn't have been. Somewhere that has, literally just killed someone(s), thus the need for the recovery.
I am, to risk immodesty, one of the most highly trained divers in the world. No, I'm not top 10 or probably top 100. But I am damn good at what I do.
When the call comes, as it has too many times, I answer. Because if I don't, someone else will have to.
Which means my wife will sit up and worry. As will the families of all the people who show up for a recovery (which, done properly, takes a dozen or more people).
I answer the call so that I know that my friends and collegues have the support that they need.
No one wants to be there. It's an awful task that you carry with you for the rest of your life. But you do it because it needs to be done. You do it because you know you are up to it when others may not be. You do it as a volunteer so that you don't hear later that someone else died trying to do the recovery.
And, all too frequently, you do it because some goddamn jackass thought they should be able to go cave diving without that annoying training that is involved.
And you do it for the jackass' family.
Having had to talk to such families before, or see them miliing in the distance as you're handling their loved one's corpse...
I absolutely ABHOR that "I should be able to do what I want, and if I die it's only me" mentality.