Reader Thomas emailed me this story about a man who apparently has been told he has to prove he’s not a ghost:
An Indian man believed dead by his family and fellow villagers caused panic when he returned over fears he had come back as a ghost, the Times of India reported on Monday.
Children screamed “Ghost! Ghost!” and villagers locked their doors when Raju Raghuvanshi returned from jail earlier this month to his village in Mandla district in the central state of Madhya Pradesh.
Raghuvanshi’s brothers, who had shaved their heads to mourn his death in line with Hindu tradition, fled when he appeared, the paper reported.
Villagers and family members have ostracised him, forcing Raghuvanshi to file a complaint with local police. The village council has demanded he prove he is not a ghost, but the paper did not say what kind of proof the elders wanted.
Raghuvanshi’s troubles arose after he was jailed last year. In prison, he was admitted to hospital with a stomach ailment from which he recovered but a distant relative told his family he had died.
(My bold.)
Funny how these people believed he was dead just on the word of one person (what – didn’t they want to see the body, or a death certificate?), but need “proof” that he’s not a ghost. “Prove I died” is what I think I would have responded.
On second thoughts, perhaps I might find it more fun to scare people.
It isn't uncommon for one person's word to be the basis for a belief that someone is dead. It happens on death certificates all the time, and also happens frequently when someone dies in the course of some traumatic event like an industrial accident, ship wreck or military engagement, where retrieval of a body may be impossible. Many of the World Trade Center death certificates had that kind of basis, or sometimes even a more circumstantial one -- he left for work, his office was in the WTC, he would have been there by such and such a time in the ordinary course, I haven't seem him since.
What is uncommon in U.S. culture is for that one person to be someone other than the person who prepared the death certificate or was the principal informant for the person filling out the death certificate. It is also uncommon for hospital officials not to directly inform a family in U.S. culture. But, in some small village in India, I wouldn't be at all surprised if this were customary. The tradition of having government certificates to document vital statistics like births and deaths isn't all that terribly old, even in the developed world, and prior to then notations made by family members on the inside cover of a family bible based on similar evidence, or church records of baptisms and funerals, were the gold standards in Christendom.
The "proof he is not a ghost" part, of course, is funny, since, of course, he himself is the proof.
Posted by: ohwilleke | January 17, 2006 at 09:17 AM
Between this ghost story, the lumberjack, and those dolphin nutbars mentioned on Hokum-Balderdash (you need to update the links on the left, btw, Skeptico), I'm beginning to wonder if someone's website is magically uploading LSD into my brain to make me hallucinate these posts.
People aren't really that stupid... are they?
Or it could be that I've just ODed on Internet-spread idiotry, and need to pace myself.
Posted by: BronzeDog | January 17, 2006 at 09:25 AM
Come on, that's easy. Everyone knows that Ghosts can walk through walls and fly around and create magnetic fields and stuff. Tell the guy to walk into the wall if he goes through, he's a ghost if not, he's just using his ghost powers to mimic a living being and he's a ghost.
Scary. Who ya gonna call?
Posted by: bourgeois_rage | January 17, 2006 at 11:43 AM
Oops. Seems it was The Second Sight where I read the dolphin thingy.
Posted by: BronzeDog | January 17, 2006 at 02:53 PM
If life hands you a lemon, make lemonade.
There has to be all kinds of advantages to being a ghost. Endorsements. Tax avoidance. Discounts at participating Red Lobsters. If you ever wanted to be on Letterman, this is a first-class ticket! Use your imagination!
Posted by: Bob Hawkins | January 17, 2006 at 04:31 PM
The perils of nonsensical conversations...
1. "How do we tell if he's a ghost?"
2. "How much does a ghost weight?"
1. "Less than a duck."
2. "So we have to catch a duck."
1. "Right."
2. "Then weigh it."
1. "Right."
2. "Then we weigh the ghost man and see if he weighs less than the duck."
1. "Right."
2. "Then if he does, we eat him."
1. "Uhh...
2. "What?"
Posted by: Mike | January 17, 2006 at 04:37 PM
Sounds like a lot of fun to me. I'd just walk into people's houses and take stuff. "What are you going to do, I'm a ghost! Ha ha, suckers."
Posted by: Eric | January 18, 2006 at 10:59 AM
"What are you going to do, I'm a ghost! Ha ha, suckers."
I have a feeling it'd involve rice-pelting, weird-smelling incense, and a guy shouting "The pasta of the FSM compels you!"
Posted by: BronzeDog | January 18, 2006 at 11:18 AM