When my great-grandmother died, my parents told me to not be sad because she was going to a better place where she would always be happy and be with the people she loved. Well...it sounded so nice that I decided I'd join her....by hitching a ride in her coffin. I waited till the viewing part of the ceremony was over and no one was really paying attention, then climbed in. If my uncle hadn't been late to pay his final respects and opened up the casket, I just might've been an unsuspecting passenger on my great-grandmothers last voyage.
A childhood belief about people
others believed things like this
- My great grandmother died when I was 9. I didn't go to the funeral because I thought she'd be a skeleton. — Angela
- When my favorite Uncle died, I thought if I stared at him in his coffin he would open his eyes and be alive.— Cindy
- when I was little my uncle told me he was part bear. I believed people could be part bear until I was twelve. — Audrey
- I used to think that when you died, you would be awake trapped in your coffin rotting for all eternity!— Trapped in the Coffin
- When i went to a funeral only a bit of the coffin was open so i thought when u died you turned into a migit.— Andrew
- I used to let go all my balloons so my great grandma would get it in heaven— lissa