Imagine you’ve been in a terrible car crash.  You’re unconscious, so you don’t notice the nice people who scoop you up, place you on a gurney and place you in the back of an idling vehicle.  You don’t wake up when the stretcher hits those big double doors and you’re wheeled into a room full of medical tools and people in gowns and protective gear.

Imagine also that the man wheelding a scalpel is a trained medical professional.  As he lowers the instrument to start his work, there’s nothing running through your unconscious mind.

Unfortunately for you, the thoughts running through his mind sound something like this:

I wonder what this guy died of?  Oh well, I’ll just cut him open, weigh his organs and be home in time for dinner.

Think that’s unlikely?  Read the story of Carlos Camejo of Venezuela, who woke up on the autopsy table because “the pain was unbearable.”


(Mr. Camejo, with the paper ordering the autopsy)

This reminds me of one of the first nursing home removals I ever made where I reached for the leg of the “deceased” only to discover that the body in bed A belonged to her sleeping (but still alive) roommate!