Literally, the night after I wrote Did You Know You Don’t Have to Die to Be Buried? I read an article about a Detroit funeral home whose morticians found the corpse recently delivered to them wasn’t a corpse at all. She was breathing. EMS arrived—questioning the call, I’m sure—and agreed. She was alive. And extremely lucky, considering she traded a morgue slab for a hospital bed.
In case you’re wondering, prior to arriving at the funeral home, paramedics had spent thirty minutes trying to save her life. They finally declared her dead and transported her to the coroner, who also pounced her dead. Only then was she taken to the funeral home—where they discovered her to be alive.
If this can happen today, with all our medical knowledge and technology, is it any wonder that in years past, people had a genuine fear of being declared dead and buried alive? How did they handle this fear? Find out next Saturday in Did You Know a Casket Can Be More Than Just a Casket?
Betty, very applicable.
I had just typed to my granddaughter earlier, one of my prayers and aspirations was, “Lord keep me alive while I am still living”
As by body is donated to science, I won’t need to worry about a casket.
Know you must be enjoying the autumn colors..
Hi, Margaret, an excellent prayer and aspiration.
I’m just now beginning to see a bit of color around the neighborhood. Wish you could come visit.
My great-great grandmother, Missouri Hamilton, was almost buried about 1871 in Juniper, GA at age 45, but people suddenly realized that she was alive. She lived until 1901. She was the great-grandmother of the late Bill King of Dayton, TX.
What a great story, Linda! Thanks for sharing.
Love your articles!
Thanks, Mary. Glad you’re enjoying them.
That’s very interesting ps betty is my aunt
I’m glad you liked it, Rylan. Love you, nephew!