death

I used to believe…

When my brothers and I used to play as kids and one of us got shot we would play dead with our arms out streached and our feet crossed. We grew up catholic and the only dead person we had ever seen was Jesus on the cross.

I was about 6 when my great-grandpa died, but wasn't allowed to go to the funeral. Somehow I came to the conclusion that they must be stringing up the corpse and making it dance around like a marionette. When I saw this happen with Mr. Burns on the Simpsons last year, I almost injured myself from laughing so hard.

I was five when my grandmother died. My mom told me she would be cremated. I asked what that meant. She told me they would put her in an oven until she was burned to dust. I was horrified by the image of how they would have to chop her up in order to fit her body into a kitchen oven.

I used to believe…

My sister used to think that because I was 15 months older than her, I would die 15 months before her!

I used to believe…

During my childhood days,I think that when people became dead ,there next birth will depend on the following
"When you are rich this time then the next time you will born as a poor person and vice versa"
and i dont know what will happen to the people like me , since I born in moddle class family

I used to believe…

When I was younger, my sister won a golfish at a fair. It only lasted a few days because 3 days later, my little brother put dishwashing liquid soap in the container because he thought the fish needed to take a bath!

I used to believe…

When I was a kid, I used to believe people died once they were over 21.

Pleased my mother for years though, because I refused to believe she was older than 21, even though she had turned 40! :)

I used to believe that when people died they went to Devon. A neighbour told me my grandad had gone to Heaven and I didn't know whwere that was but we went on holiday to Devon every year so it made sense.

I used to believe that if you counted the number of cars in a funeral procession that someone in your family would soon die.

I used to believe…

As a Methodist child I learned that people were sent to be angels when they died. (My nan's dog became an angel-dog too.)
So when I saw paintings and statues of cherubs and Eros, I found them disturbing because to me they were dead babies and children- very spooky indeed.

I had heard the story of the creation at Sunday School and how God took a rib from Adam to create Eve. My Grandad died soon after and by coincidence a new baby was born in the family about the same time, so I was convinced that God had been taking ribs out of Grandad and he died when he ran out of ribs!

I used to believe…

When I was about 8 I was very distressed when I watched Westerns because I believed that real guns were used and that people actually died. My parents reassured me that the guns only fired 'blanks'. However the only 'blanks' I knew were the 'double blanks' used in the game of Dominos. So I was partly reassured but still puzzled because a)I could not work out how they put the Dominos in the guns and b)I thought being hit by a Domino fired from a gun would be pretty painful. It was several years before told my elder brother this and he thought I was really stupid.

I used to believe…

When I was little, I heard my Dad say that someone would probably die at the weekend. I didn't know what a weekend was, so from then on, I assumed that the 'weekend' was when we were all going to die. I could never understand it when my mum would tell me that we were going to do something at the weekend, because I assumed we would all be dead. I believed this for years.

I used to believe that if I didnt get every single piece of paper into the waste bin on every throw that something awful would happen to my mum and she would die.

I used to believe that everybody who died on screen died in real life. I figured that for these roles they used people who were terminally ill anyway. It never ever occured to me that people could act death.

i used to believe that if you walked past a funeral parlour or a church when a funeral was going on, you had to hold your breath and cross your fingers or you would die with a red cross on your hand. The end.