Never really thought I had what you would call a worst fear until I went in for an MRI.
As I lay on my back, with the ceiling of the tube a few inches from my nose, I thought.
So this is what it's like to be buried alive.
I almost hit the panic button right then and there. But I hung on and managed to make it
through the test.
For two months afterwards the thought of being buried alive gnawed at me as I lay in bed
trying to go to sleep. I told my wife about it and made her promise me that she would cremate
me when I died.
