sometimes, when i’m out at the cemetery at night before curfew, i listen to see if any of those newly laid to rest might not be resting so peacefully.  telltale signs include pounding, screaming, crying, and hysterical laughter.  i can’t imagine what that would be like, to wake up inside your coffin, encased in mahogany and velvet, screaming and pounding, wondering how anyone could have buried you alive.

i wonder how long it takes for them to figure out what happened or if they think the gradual decaying of their bodies is normal.

in a coffin, with no insects or animals to destroy the body, hair, nails, and teeth become detached within a few weeks.  after a month or two, the tissues liquefy.  not long after that, the main body cavities burst open.

my guess is, if you’re still thinking and talking to yourself at this point, you’ve probably realized that something’s not quite normal.