A certain young man’s friends thought he was dead, but he was only in a state of coma. When, in ample time to avoid being buried, he showed signs of life, he was asked how it seemed to be dead.
“Dead?” he exclaimed. “I wasn’t dead. I knew all that was going on. And I knew I wasn’t dead, too, because my feet were cold and I was hungry.”
“But how did that fact make you think you were still alive?” asked one of the curious.
“Well, this way; I knew that if I were in heaven I wouldn’t be hungry. And if I was in the other place my feet wouldn’t be cold.”
