death: people

I used to believe that the people who were laying in coffins underground weren't really dead. That they were just laying there, staring up into the darkness of the coffin. Then I'd think "well, what do they do when they're bored?"

when my great-grandma died my mum told me to kiss her goodbye. then when we went back outside there was a rainbow in the sky. my mum said that it was the staircase that dead people used to get to heaven and that my great-grandma was walking up it right then.

When I was young I was told that my dad's friend Peter had died, and then a few days later someone brought over a baby called Peter, concequently this led me to believe that when someone died they turned back into a baby.

I was a twin and during pregnancy my twin died (complications). Well my parents never explained to me what happened just that it died. So I asked my brother who told me that the reason my twin died was because I was eating all the food and it starved to death. Being a very chubby kid I believed him. Only when I was old enough to know better was when I finally found out that it wasn’t true.

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 think that at funeral homes, dead bodies were propped up on the furniture, just hanging out!

When I was in elementary school and someone was said to have "passed away," I thought they moved to a new city! (like they passed us and went away)

I used to think it would be impossible to shoot yourself, because you'd be dead before you could pull the trigger.

For the longest time I used to believe (kinda still do) that when people died in their sleep, they had that falling-from-the-sky dream and didn't wake up before they hit the ground.

When I was in the second grade, I remember my teacher telling the class her mother was 99years old turning 100 next month. I bluntly shouted, "then she's going to die soon." The only reason why I said that was because I thought everyone dies when they turn 100years old.

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.

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.

One time when i was 7 i was pretending to be a hairdresser and i accidentally squirted perfume in my mouth. I went straight to my bed because i wanted to die while i was in my warm, cozy bed.

When I was little, i used to think that when people got really old, they would just hit an age and they would start getting younger and younger and younger, then when they were one again, they would get older, and then younger, and then older, and the cycle would repeat forever.

when I was little, my older brother told me that if I inhaled the dust particles in the air, that I would die because they were toxic. I belived it until I was 13.

when i was little my mom told me that the oil spots in the road were really children that didnt look both ways before crossing the street. it worked for a while.