Sorry, poca... from your link:
There have been documented cases of people in cataleptic comas who were medically declared dead, though obviously more common back when medical science was more in the leeches and quicksilver poultice days. One fairly recent case which springs to memory is that of a young woman who sat up in her coffin as she was being carried to her grave, screamed, then leaped out and ran off - straight into a main road where she was run over and killed. There was also a little boy who allegedly sat up in his coffin, said something like "Mommy, my throat hurts" and fell back dead again; though this is thought to be a misremembering of a cadaveric spasm.
Quote:Graveyard shift is an evocative term for the night shift between about midnight and eight in the morning, when — no matter how often you’ve worked it — your skin is clammy, there’s sand behind your eyeballs, and the world is creepily silent, like the graveyard (sailors similarly know the graveyard watch, the midnight to four a.m. stint). The phrase dates only from the early years of the twentieth century.
There have been documented cases of people in cataleptic comas who were medically declared dead, though obviously more common back when medical science was more in the leeches and quicksilver poultice days. One fairly recent case which springs to memory is that of a young woman who sat up in her coffin as she was being carried to her grave, screamed, then leaped out and ran off - straight into a main road where she was run over and killed. There was also a little boy who allegedly sat up in his coffin, said something like "Mommy, my throat hurts" and fell back dead again; though this is thought to be a misremembering of a cadaveric spasm.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
