In 1705, an Irish housewife named Margorie McCall died of a fever. She was hastily buried to prevent the spread of whatever illness she had. She was buried with a valuable ring that couldn’t be removed due to swelling.
The evening she was buried, grave robbers showed up to take the ring. When they tried to cut the finger off, Margorie suddenly woke up and screamed. The grave robbers were frightened out of their wits and scattered. Margorie climbed out of the hole and made her way home.
When her husband John opened the door, he found his recently deceased wife standing there, still in her burial clothes witg blood dripping from her hands. The unfortunate husband dropped dead on the spot, and was buried in the grave recently occupied by Margorie.
Margorie went on to re-marry and have more children. When she finally died (for real this time), she was returned to Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Northern Ireland, where her gravestone bears the inscription “Lived Once, Buried Twice.”
(Reasons for stories llike “Margories” is why some families would tie a string to a finger of the “deceased” with a bell outside above the grave. Thats where the term comes from “saved by the bell” that’s partly why they have grave yard watchers that would walk row to row. And why they wait 3 days after some one dies. It’s called “a wake” to make sure they are dead)
