Submitted by Gene Howington, Guest Blogger
An unidentified 50 year old asthmatic South African man has a chilling story to tell. Taphophobia is the fear of being buried alive. Last Saturday in the Eastern Cape region of South Africa, the man went to sleep and almost had that fear come true. His family, thinking he was dead, called a local undertaker to come get the body. The undertaker then transfered the undead body to a local mortuary where morgue owner Ayanda Maqolo checked the body for a pulse and found nothing. The body was put in body bag and then to a freezer for storage. Much to the surprise of the mortuary workers, who thought they were hearing a ghost at first, some twenty-one hours later the man woke up inside the freezer and began calling for help. “He screamed for help and made an almighty din in the morgue,” said Eastern Cape health spokesperson Sizwe Kupelo. The man was taken by ambulance to Saint Barnabas Hospital where he was treated for hypothermia and dehydration and released. His family was having a meeting to discuss funeral arrangements when they were informed he was still alive. They were, of course, delighted to have the grandfather back and unharmed. Ayanda Magolo, however, did experience some side-effects.”I couldn’t sleep last night, I had nightmares,” he said. “But today I’m much better.” South African officials are reminding people that it is not a good idea to pronounce a person dead yourself and call the undertaker. Such evaluations should be made by paramedics, doctors or other qualified personnel.
Source: BBC, AP, Times Live
~Submitted by Gene Howington, Guest Blogger
Bdaman,
Careful … sometimes they’re looking back.
Small town down the road … their ex mayor was arrested and just convicted in a prostitution sting … he made the arrangements through a porn site and the cops were waiting for him at the motel. No joke … you never know.
Hmmmm…
He does have small hands.
kderosa:
stop, please, I am laughing so hard I am crying.
Gene H:
you take that too seriously, it was a compliment. kderosa did say you had 2 hands on your war sword afterall.
Is that what you’re calling it now, an “appointment”?
Whatever you say, war sword boy.
You and your little love nugget Roco will just have to go back to playing with each other for awhile too. I’ve got a 2:30 appointment.
Too late to wipe your own joke off your shoes now, kderosa.
Who said anything about your penis, GeneH, I was talking about your “war sword.” Is that what you call your penis? Don’t tell, Elaine.
I can’t help that you write your own jokes and step in them, kderosa. I will, however, point out that you’re the one who brought up my penis. Now who’s projecting what again? I’m just glad you two found each other. You make an adorable couple.