Totally OT - but my Great Grandmother - Baba (russian, yes) woke up dead. Well, kinda. She had never been sick a day in her life. She was 87 years old and still lived on her own. Cooked with a coal stove, did her own laundry with one of those wringer washers, made her own bread - just the most amazing woman ever. Anyway, on Good Friday around lunch time she decided to take a nap. She never napped. My Grandmother says okay, I'll be back for supper. [they lived around the corner from each other] My Grandmother comes back and Baba is deceased. She was a very, very religious woman and I guess she decided she was going to die during the same time of day on the same day that Jesus did. I mean she seriously just laid down and died. My Dad still says he wants to go the same way.