My older cousin, lucky to be alive, tells her story.

I was perfectly healthy for my age, not overweight and ate right. My boyfriend proposed to me on a beach, slipped the ring on my finger. That night I dreamt crazy and perfect dreams, all about my new fiance. The next morning (I was told this, as I was not concious) I was found to be dead. Untouched, nothing seemed to go wrong with my insides, I died of an un none cause. I was buried and had a large funeral.

One foggy night, a greedy robber came to the graveyard in search of valuables placed in coffins before a final goodbye. He buried up mine, incidently. He saw nothing but a beautiful hugely expencive engagment ring placed on my finger. He tugged at it for what seems like for ever. Finals he just cut it off. When it was off, I rose and was gasping for breath, as the only thing that happened to me was my curculation got cut of so bad my pulse 'seemed' to be gone. It really wasnt. The robber, completly unaware of this, was so shocked and scared, that he died from shock. They buried him with pure white hair.