By
Jennifer Newton for MailOnline
"A drinker who was declared dead after downing too much vodka in Russia woke up and found himself in a morgue.
"And rather than go home to sleep off the after effects of the alcohol, the man went straight back out to re-join his friends.
"The man had been at a party in the Khansanky region in Russia's far east, drinking vodka.
"After over
indulging on the spirit, he passed out and when paramedics arrived they
pronounced him dead and arranged for him to be taken to a local morgue.
"He was placed in the mortuary freezer as the facility was filled to capacity with dead bodies.
"But soon after, the man started to come round and was taken aback to find himself in new surroundings.
"According
to local media reports, he pounded on the freezer door and pleaded for
help before a security guard reported hearing noises to doctors.
"When
they opened the door, they found the panicked man who ran from the room
before he was questioned by police and then released.
"Aleksey
Stoyev, a police spokesman told Russian newspaper Khasanskiye Vesti:
'That night the local morgue was filled to its capacity, the bodies were
not only on the shelves, but also on the floor of the freezer room,
where our 'dead' man was allocated."
Well, that explains it. I'm 1/4 Russian. My mother's father was a Cossack. They can drink for days.
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That's a hard core drinking problem. Time to re-evaluate your life choices if this happens and the first thing you do is return to the scene of the crime. Very sad.
I'd like to say only in Russia but I would be wrong. Sad really.
Charles Bukowski, a noted writer and drinker, drank so much that one day he started heaving up blood. He was taken to a hospital and treated. Upon leaving, he was told that if he had one more drink, it would be fatal.
Bukowski walked into the nearest bar and ordered a drink just to prove them wrong. He drank, and wrote, many more years. Decades later, he died of leukemia.
This is not a commercial for drinking. Quite the opposite. For every Bukowski, thousands of others die from alcohol.
I can't imagine being told to not drink or I would die and then going directly to a bar. Buk said he was heaving up the deep, dark, red stuff before the ambulance arrived. As luck would have it, his much-hated father left behind a railroad policy of some sort that covered Buk's substantial blood loss.
Buk's father beat him up daily from childhood on, until he was 16 or so. Beat up every day, in the bathroom, until one time, Buk knocked the old man out with one punch. His old man never touched him again after that.
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