From a personal perspective, my mother loves to tell people that I died and was brought back after a motorbike accident years ago (my mother is devoutly Catholic).
I didn't die, of course. My heart simply stopped beating for a couple of minutes.
I didn't die, of course. My heart simply stopped beating for a couple of minutes.
Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni:
"You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???"
