
As a psychologist, I dig phobias. The fear of being buried alive is probably as old as burials, but during the 18th century Cholera epidemic things took a turn for the weird when grave robbers - that's right, grave robbers - started noticing more and more that the corpses they dug up had made obvious struggles to escape. Vampire believers went crazy of course, and morticians started examing the bodies more thoroughly before burial. What they found was that about 2% of the bodies they assumed to be dead were in a coma or some other kind of suspended animation.
As usual, the public freaked the fuck out. And then safety coffins started coming into play. Most of them were like this one below - you wake up in your coffin, and after having a good old scream and cry you simply give a little rope in your coffin a good tug, and a bell above you rings for the graveyard worker to come for your rescue.
They didn't all have bells. The bells gave off a lot of 'false positives' from corpses accidentally giving them a tug when really they were just shifting during decomposition. So people tried all kinds of things.

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