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“I was buried alive once. That was in Bangor, North Wales, on a cold Sunday in October, 1996. In the pitch dark I was gently pushed against a wall which tipped backwards so I ended up horizontal. I felt myself wheeled around on a trolley and a cloth was put over my face. Then there was the thud of a lid going on and stony earth was shovelled just inches above my nose. I felt the blood draining from my face and shivered as an icy cold fear gripped my heart. I could swear it stopped beating for a moment.”

— Baz Kershaw in ‘Dead Good Funerals’