The National Enquirer once had a story about a brain transplant. In that story, they referred to the guy who lived (that is, the guy whose brain survived and whose body was thrown away) as the "donor."
That's the only time I bought a National Enquirer.
Heard this story on the radio once (I think it was Stephen Fry, not sure):
In a hospital visiting a friend, he (the narrator) struck up a conversation with a doctor.
Doctor: "I see you've got a crash helmet. Biker, eh?"
Narrator: "Yes, that's right. You, too?"
Doctor: "No, no. Just interested. D'you know what we call bikers here at the hospital?"
Narrator: "No, what?"
Doctor: "Donors."
And another: A family in hospital talking to the transplant surgeon; he tells them that there's no problem with their son's readiness for an eye transplant, except that, right now, they don't have a transplant eye to give him. He walks to the window and sees it's starting to rain on the traffic-filled streets outside ... "Shouldn't be long, though ..."