I know an old lady in the Philippines who died three times.
she was about 86 when this happened, a few months apart each incident.
I was Branch Manager of a pest control company which her grandson owned.
First time she died, we called for her grandson to come home.
They laid her on a bed in the family home, and we waited for the grandson who had to fly in from Manila.
this guy, my boss, is a vocal man.
he likes to talk and joke, and because the grandma was already at "that" age anyway he wasn't too somber.
Well, soon as he came into the room and boomed his voice, the old lady just got up and asked what in tarnation he was doing so far away from his family and when informed she "died" she replied, what do you mean I died.
I was at the farm visiting the piggery and even spoke with our caretaker.
The caretaker, at this point, was just outside the house, and when I spoke to her, she said, what do you mean gramma is dead, I was just talking to her.
The next time she died, a few months later, before I was "promoted" with a transfer to Manila, we waited 24 hours before calling her grandson home.
He came, went into the room, kissed his gradma.
No reaction.
So, we pulled out this sow she had been taking care of to butcher come town fiesta time.
We wrestled it to the ground, tied the legs, hoisted it onto the butchering table, and they gave me the knife.
Wanted to see if I had what it took.
They held on to the snout, and I stuck the knife into the throat, and the sow screamed.
We were draining the blood, probably a coupla minutes after the knife, when "whack" !
something hit me at the back of the head, and there she was, with her trusty chinese bamboo whacker, what the devil are you doing with my sow ?
Everybody ran out like they literally seen a ghost !
The grandson came running in, and gently led her to the bed, and she said she was just "sleeping" and we stole her sow from her ? The nerve !
Well, the third time she died, a few months later, they waited until she was really stiff, and rigor mortis started to settle in.
She was really dead, this time.
she was about 86 when this happened, a few months apart each incident.
I was Branch Manager of a pest control company which her grandson owned.
First time she died, we called for her grandson to come home.
They laid her on a bed in the family home, and we waited for the grandson who had to fly in from Manila.
this guy, my boss, is a vocal man.
he likes to talk and joke, and because the grandma was already at "that" age anyway he wasn't too somber.
Well, soon as he came into the room and boomed his voice, the old lady just got up and asked what in tarnation he was doing so far away from his family and when informed she "died" she replied, what do you mean I died.
I was at the farm visiting the piggery and even spoke with our caretaker.
The caretaker, at this point, was just outside the house, and when I spoke to her, she said, what do you mean gramma is dead, I was just talking to her.
The next time she died, a few months later, before I was "promoted" with a transfer to Manila, we waited 24 hours before calling her grandson home.
He came, went into the room, kissed his gradma.
No reaction.
So, we pulled out this sow she had been taking care of to butcher come town fiesta time.
We wrestled it to the ground, tied the legs, hoisted it onto the butchering table, and they gave me the knife.
Wanted to see if I had what it took.
They held on to the snout, and I stuck the knife into the throat, and the sow screamed.
We were draining the blood, probably a coupla minutes after the knife, when "whack" !
something hit me at the back of the head, and there she was, with her trusty chinese bamboo whacker, what the devil are you doing with my sow ?
Everybody ran out like they literally seen a ghost !
The grandson came running in, and gently led her to the bed, and she said she was just "sleeping" and we stole her sow from her ? The nerve !
Well, the third time she died, a few months later, they waited until she was really stiff, and rigor mortis started to settle in.
She was really dead, this time.
