Remind me not to fall into a coma in any small villages south of the border
My Suegra just told me a crazy story. I’m going to have nightmares.
A few weeks ago a great uncle of hers passed away. Back home in his mountain village, the family gathered around to bury him. They lowered the coffin into the ground, they started to shovel dirt on top when all of a sudden, they heard a pounding sound coming from the coffin. They stopped and started throwing the dirt off. They put their ears to the coffin and knocked back. “HELLO?! UNCLE?! HELLO?!” …. Nothing. Maybe they were hearing things. They started to shovel dirt onto the coffin again, and it happened again.
An elder relative decided his spirit could not properly rest because the three adult sons of the old man had not been on good terms with him when he died. They made the three sons go down to the coffin in the hole and apologize. After that, the coffin was quiet and it was buried.
I didn’t ask her why the hell they didn’t pull the coffin back out of the hole and pry it open. It’s kind of too late for that, isn’t it?