A worse scenario is being *mistaken* for dead and waking up too late in the mortician’s lab...or underground.
No thanks.
If I’m cremated, I’ll actually be dead, for sure.
Your post reminds me of that old Twilight Zone episode where the guy was in a car accident and pronounced dead but was actually alive. He was alert but he couldn’t communicate. When he was placed on the coroner’s table a single tear finally alerted the medical personnel that he was still alive.
The nightmare about my mil was probably due to trauma about her death and my aversion to cremation that was already in place.