death: people

When I was really little my parents made me go to a funeral and touch the body. I asked why it was so hard and cold and I was told that it was really wood that had been in the freezer because right after someone dies they go to heaven and then someone has to recreate the body. When I asked why some people did not have bodies to touch they said they did not have a good picture to redo them!

When i was younger i used to think that when a person died they were thrown into the rubbish bin

My Grandmother died at our home when I was 9, I believed her ghost would rush out at me unless I ran really fast past her bedroom at night afterwards.
I was really glad when we moved house because her ghost would not be able to come with me to the new house.

When I was young I understood that people died in one of two ways: either through old age or some terrible accident or disease. However, I thought that once someone had a mid-life crisis, they knew *exactly* what age they would die by simply doubling however old they were when it happened. It made sense at the time, and indeed until I was probably 11 or 12 years old.

I used to believe…

a friend once told me that when u burp, sneez and fart at the same time u would die and i believed her.

I use to believe that on Halloween you shouldn't walk near or through cemetaries or you would see the souls of the dead floating above their graves. I thought that at midnight after all the kids were done trick or treating that all the evil beings would gather and have a meeting of how to cause chaos in there area that year

My cousins and I came to the conclusion at our eldest aunts open casket wake that since she was dead the watch she was wearing must be dead too. We used to believe that your watch would stop if you died. That kind of made me not want to wear a watch anymore, but hahaha I won't take mine off now.

I used to believe that when people were cremated and buried in small graves, that they were buried head upwards. So they were standing underneath the grave, and whenever I accidently walked over them, I thought I was pushing their feet into the centre of the Earth.

my sister and I used to believe that people who died would say "I'm dead" over and over again

When I was a kid I would see R.I.P. on gravestones and I thought that was the guys name. I remarked once to my mother, "man that guy RIP is burried all over the place." She then explained, "It means rest in peace."

I used to believe you had to be naked to die

i used to believe that in your family the oldest person would die first and the yougest person would die last

When i was a kid i thought that when you died, all your coughs and sneezes and hiccups were put into a large concrete box in the middle of the cemetary.
i have no idea why, but it made perfect sense at the time

When I was six or seven, I used to think that if you swallowed even the tiniest piece of plastic, you were doomed to death. I also thought that plastic and paper were the same thing. So, one Christmas after presents were opened and breakfast was being prepared, I accidently (don't ask me how) swallowed a bit of wrapping paper or something like that. When I realized with horror what I had done, I crawled behind the couch and waited to die. After about thirty seconds, I realized I wasn't going to die, at least not then anyway. So I went and ate breakfast. The end.

when i was little i had a theory that when you are about to die that all your closest friends, relative etc.. sits around with you and you go to this room where they all watch a video of your life. I thought that somehow your brain was videotaping everything that happened even your thoughts and when the end is near everyone will watch it ... so i always tried not to look at bad stuff or think any bad thoughts :P

When I was about 5 or 6, my mom took me out trick-or-teating on halloween. A fake, cardboard gravestone was on our neighbors' yard for decoration. I immediately was scared of it because I thought R.I.P. meant that the dead got their heads ripped off and that they would come to get me because they thought it was my fault. For years, when I went to cemetaries, I would stay away from "R.I.P." gravestones.