I just want to know who in my family chose the steel-lined coffin. And why the hell did I insist on being buried in my favorite pair of hand-cuffs? Thanks, Bruce.
I panicked the other day when I woke up to the fact that I’d been buried in paperwork! (Was it so wise of me to agree to be a co-borrower on a house in Kingman, Arizona?!)
I have long wondered about those bells. Did they ever save anybody? Are there any that still ring every now and again due to the wind? I imagine too, there are probably fewer here than in Europe, as I don’t think premature burial was ever an “American” thing. But as a kid I imagined a cemetery of bells all ringing at the same time and bringing the townspeople running to check. Seemed like a good start to a story by Poe. Thanks, Michael.
Interestingly enough, I have a post by that very name from 2017. It’s about Hans Christian Anderson. Hans feared being buried alive so he carried a note with him that said, “I may not be dead.” The post is not one of my favorites so we will leave it be. But I believe my fascination with the subject began, as a wee lad, from my love of 1950s horror comic books. E.C. comics did a few stories on being buried alive (both accidental and on purpose!). And thanks, M. I will check out the article later.
And the second thing? 😅😜😂
Probably more of the same. Thanks, Sadje
You’re welcome 😉
I really think you can do better than that, tref. Take a valium and try again. Channel Kill Bill. Exact revenge.
I just want to know who in my family chose the steel-lined coffin. And why the hell did I insist on being buried in my favorite pair of hand-cuffs? Thanks, Bruce.
I would think the situation would set you sneezing and coffin.
It’s true I have a severe allergy to formaldehyde. Thanks, Pam.
I panicked the other day when I woke up to the fact that I’d been buried in paperwork!
(Was it so wise of me to agree to be a co-borrower on a house in Kingman, Arizona?!)
My uncle always said he wanted to die “amongst his papers” and that is exactly what happened when he slipped and fell into an incinerator. Thanks D.
I dig.
Yes, but you must dig faster. Thanks, fw
it’s important to plan ahead. You should also always have a spoon hidden in your underwear so you can dig yourself out.
“Spoon in underwear” Check. Thanks, crow
Sounds like a plan! :D
But really, I am counting on grave-robbers swooping in at the last moment. Thanks, MM
If you wake up to find you’ve been buried alive, you’d probably drop dead from fright. :)
Good point, Nancy! And sorry for the lateness of my reply.
I would really panic if buried alive in person.
Being there is most of the panic. Thanks, Geoff
Excellent plan.
I like to think so. Thanks, IR
What a dreadful thought, but I love how you made me laugh!
It is a subject I return to every so often. Thanks, Freya. I appreciate your comments.
INDEED!
Indeed, indeed! Thanks, Janny
If you wake up after being buried alive you are in worm heaven. Do not panic. Just wiggle, and get on with eating the mansion you live in.
Hah! That is worthy of its own post, E Sum. Thanks, as always.
Lol I think, if I found that I was buried alive, I’d be a little panicked too!
Hey, Carol! Thanks for commenting.
Seems reasonable under the circumstances! 😁
It really pays to have a plan. Like my ten point plan of what to do if I am ever thrown out of an airplane. 1. look for a haystack. And so on.
What a thought, sir! *shudder* Panic is the least that I’d be doing!
Thanks, S! And sorry for the lateness of my reply.
Ring the bell!
I have long wondered about those bells. Did they ever save anybody? Are there any that still ring every now and again due to the wind? I imagine too, there are probably fewer here than in Europe, as I don’t think premature burial was ever an “American” thing. But as a kid I imagined a cemetery of bells all ringing at the same time and bringing the townspeople running to check. Seemed like a good start to a story by Poe. Thanks, Michael.
Today’s word of the day: Taphophobia
An interesting read here. https://burialsandbeyond.com/2019/03/27/buried-alive-a-short-history-of-premature-burial-and-safety-coffins/
Interestingly enough, I have a post by that very name from 2017. It’s about Hans Christian Anderson. Hans feared being buried alive so he carried a note with him that said, “I may not be dead.” The post is not one of my favorites so we will leave it be. But I believe my fascination with the subject began, as a wee lad, from my love of 1950s horror comic books. E.C. comics did a few stories on being buried alive (both accidental and on purpose!). And thanks, M. I will check out the article later.