Ich lass es jetzt auf Englisch, weil ich nicht mehr so viel Zeit habe...
During this time period, there was a great fear of getting buried alive. And it wasn’t unfounded either, because before the concepts of comas or Lazarus syndrome were understood, people were unreasonably presumed dead, and buried, only to wake up in their coffin, and eventually die, often times with their palms face up, beards growing, their hair pulled out, laying face down, or fingers bloodied, from trying to scratch their way out. Because of this, it became almost common to outfit burial grounds to suit these phobias. Special graveyards, with a flag, and bell with the string down into the coffin tied around the finger of the deceased, though there have been no records of these being used successfully. One of my favorite premature-burial stories has to be the story of Ann Green, who was hanged by the neck until dead –supposedly– in 1650 at Oxford. It turns out, she was actually quite alive, so much so one man attempted to remedy the problem by raising his foot and stamping her chest and stomach with such severe force to ‘re-kill’ her, but to his dismay, he only succeeded in completely reviving her. She lived a long life and bore several children. Shyeah. Rockstar. Edgar Allan Poe wrote several pieces on premature burial, a topic he was rather preoccupied with.