death

I used to think that when people were killed in the movies they were actually killing very old people that were dressed up to look young (I figured it was cause they wouldnt live much longer anyway). I was terrified for the day my Grandparents would have to be in a movie.

I was once at home in the kitchen. No one else was home. I made some toast. It got stuck in the toaster. So I put a knife in it to get the toast out. I got a huge electrical shock. I thought I was dead, but I wasn't sure, so I walked around the house, not touching anything (just in case) waiting for someone to come home to tell me whether I was dead or alive.

I used to think that the phrase "Death Row" was pronounced "Death Road". I thought that every time another prisoner was sentenced to "Death Road" he had to get in line behind the person that had been sentenced before him and wait his turn until his execution. All the prisoners were obviously lined up on this Death Road.

I used to believe that when my dog De-De died, that just ment she had to live in the ground from then on. My friend Kelly and I tried to dig her up in the back yard so we could visit with her. My mother stoped us in time.

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When I was 7 my grandpa died. I actually believed for the longest time that the hospital was playing some kind of sick joke. I would wait for him to come walking through the door everyday. It took almost a year to belive he was gone.

I used to belive that when it was a hazy day and the sunshine was coming through the broken clouds in such a way that made visible light beams through to the ground-- that God was raising up all the souls of the dead people to heaven.

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When they made war films/westerns which had people being killed, they used people from prison who had been sentenced to death for committing crime. and that they were really being killed

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During the halloween "season" i would drive around looking at decorations with my mom. After we would pass house after house with RIP inscribed on the gravestone, i started believing "RIP" was a very famous dead guy.

I used to believe that if you dreamed that you were going to fall off a cliff or die in some way that if you seen your death then you would die then and never wake up. Everytime I dreamed of falling off a cliff I would always jump and wake up and almost fall off my bed.

I used to believe that when my animals died they would go to animal hevean. All the animals would get a long together up there and they would all become friends.

i used to think that when sunlight shined through the clouds someone died and gods light was reaching to get the poor soul. im 10 and whenever i see that i cant help but think,"Some poor family, i wonder who died"

I used to belive that when dead people were being transported in that nice shiney limo, they were being taken for there last ride to their favorite places before they were shove under the dirt.

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My sister believed until she was in her late teens that whenever people talked about euthenasia they were actually talking about the "youth in Asia". She didn't understand what all the controvery was about...what was wrong with the youth in Asia? This was around the time of Jack Kevorkian so it was being talked about a lot.

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when i was little i learned that hamburgers were made out of dead animals and when my hamster died the next time we had hamburgers i save the burger in a little box because i thought my hamster was in it.

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When I was young I thought that if you were to lie on your back, perfectly straight, with your arms folded in an "x" over your chest and went to sleep that way you would die.

I used to think that if someone got shot or killed in a movie, that they actually died in real life. I wondered where they got these people and if they volunteered for their parts. Were they suicidal? If they got paid what did they do with their money since they were dead?

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My father passed away when I was seven years old. I remember telling my mother after the funeral that we were all like God's Barbie dolls and when one of us broke we went home to him to get fixed.