Mulla slipped on a rock outside of town, hit his head, and got so dizzy he saw the sky where the ground should be. Sprawled out in the dirt, he thought, Lord... I must be dead and I don't even realize it. He lay there for a while, but nobody came to collect his body. He thought, Well, nobody knows I'm dead. I better go tell my wife. He jumped up, sprinted all the way home, and yelled, "Woman! Your husband just died outside of town near the mill! Get the undertakers and go pick up his corpse!" Before she could process it, Mulla sprinted all the way back to the mill and lay back down in the exact same spot. His wife ran into the street crying and screaming. The neighbors asked her what happened. "I'm crying because my poor husband is so alone in the world!" she wailed. "He had to come deliver the news of his own death!"