death: people

When I was about four, I sometimes got tired around noon and would fall asleep on the couch. Then one day I had to go to my grandfather's funeral. He looked just like a sleeping person! After that, I was worried that if I took a nap on the couch, my mom would think that I died and bury me. I asked my dad to write a note that said "I'm still alive," and when I felt like a nap, I would tape it to my shirt so my mom would know I wasn't dead.

I went to my great-uncle's funeral when I was about 6. After that, I believed that if I fell asleep with my hands folded across my torso, that I would die in my sleep.

I'm 27, and I still refuse to put my hands on my chest when I go to sleep!

Up until the age of seven, when I saw any animal or human dying, I always thought they were REALLY dying. My dad loved to watch shoot 'em up movies, and sometimes I would walk in when someone was getting shot. I used to believe this was the way the people executed the prisoners. Honest!

When he was little, my boyfriend believed that when people were buried after they died, they grew into something, just like planting a seed. He just couldn't figure out what they grew into.

I used to believe that when someone died and was cremated, they would put your dead body into a coffin, push the coffin down a steep hill, and it would land in a roaring bombfire while people threw beer bottles into it and watched it explode. That was in second grade. I just learned that that is not what happens. lol. I also thought a creamery (ice cream place) was where you got cremated, and wondered why so many people were there in the summer. Ok, that was last year when I thought that. I'm still a kid so that counts!

I used to believe that if you drew a triangle on your body with 3 dots, you would die. I have no idea where I got that idea. I still can't draw triangles on my body with 3 dots.

My mom named me after her beloved cat, Melissa, who was still alive when I was about 4. By then, I had already learned that when an animal was sick, you had to put it down. (we had already lost one of our dogs) Then, one night, when I had the flu, I came downstairs to get a glass of water, and I overheard my mom saying "Yeah, Melissa is so sick... I think I'm going to have to put her down." I was terrified, so I ran back upstairs and convinced myself that if I went right to bed, I would get better in the morning, and I wouldn't have to die.

I used to think that the actors who died in movies actually died. I thought the directors had a casting call before shooting the movie where people who wanted to die would line up and get assigned parts.

When I was about 7 I went up Blackpool Tower with my mum and dad and asked what would happen if you threw yourself off the top. My dad said you would end up on the street below as jam. For years I thought you actually turned into jam somehow on the way down. I feel really stupid now for ever thinking this.

My daughter plays alot of a game called Ratchet and Clank(I mean the whole series she is crazy about it) and in there if you get killed ratchet spins around and falls down. My daughter believes that when people die they all spin around and fall down. She still doesn't believe me when I say they don't

My great-grandmother (age 97) was the first funeral that I went to. It was open casket, and it smelled terrible. I thought it was the body! It wasn't until they brought all the flowers back to the house that I realized it was the daisies.

once when i was at my uncle's funeral (he'd died very suddenly) and the minister opened up the sermon with, "we can't even really believe he's dead..." my brother got really freaked out and turned to my parents, worriedly asking, "wait...we don't know he's dead??" he thought we might be burying him alive!!!

My grandpa died when I was very young, and I went with my mom and grandma to the funeral parlor. The funeral director asked my grandma if she wanted baby’s breath for the coffin. I thought this was some type of air supply that was being built into the coffin that would allow him to take very small breaths and part of me feared that we were burying him alive.

i used to belive that when someone in your family dies, that they can watch your from heaven
(or else were) and they can see everything you do. liek showers, and baths, and other things. i still wonder about it now and im 13.

i also used to belive that when u die god would make you watch a video tape of your life from birth to when u died, and he wouls lecture you about things u did wrong.

When I was a child I used to be scared to say the part of the night time prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep", that went "If I should die before I awake, I pray the Lord my soul to take." I used to believe that was sort of telling God I didnt mind dying in my sleep. So I would never, ever say it.

When my grade 2 teacher, Mrs. McDonald retired, I was convinced that it meant she was old and would die soon. I spent the rest of the summer looking for her name in the obituaries everyday.