Granted. You get hit by a car and are knocked unconscious. You don't wake up until tomorrow.
I wish I had a samurai sword.
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)