Alice Blunden perhaps royally ticked off the universe because she had the most unfortunate ending of almost anyone. And yes, we're including people who have fallen into volcanoes and the Black Dahlia. Alice Blunden was sick and took medicine, fell ill, iller still, and died. Her husband cried and wished for her corpse to remain above ground until his return. If her family had listened, she might not be on this list. But they didn't.
She was buried. Only she wasn't dead. Children playing near the grave claimed to hear her. Her grave was opened, and she was dead. But she had scratches all over herself. She had been beating herself against the tomb, trying to open it, calling out for help. But she had succumbed. She was examined and then thrown back into the grave.
The family was smart this time. Her grave was guarded by a man, but he either left or wasn't paying attention, because when her family examined her grave again, her shroud had been torn off, her face bloodied. She had been buried alive for a second time.
Presumably, the third time was the charm. Or she was just over being hauled in and out of her tomb and decided to lie down and take a nap, yes that's it, a long, long nap. That's all death is, really, a long nap you never wake up from. People die in their sleep sometimes, don't they? How would you know the difference if you did die at rest? So if somehow you find yourself underground, the coffin above you, all air slowly fading, with no hope, just take a breath, and close your eyes, and get some nice rest.