There was once a man who decided he was dead. He was actually quite alive, but the man insisted he was really dead. The man's friends were quite concerned over this attitude, and tried hard to persuade the man he was actually alive, but nothing seemed to work.

Finally, one friend with a scientific turn of mind tried to convince the man of the error of his insistence. The friend pointed out that dead men don't bleed. After some time to consider the possibilities, the man who said he was dead agreed. At that point his friend took a pin and stuck the man's finger. Blood began to flow slowly from the wound, and the man stared at the drops of blood forming on his finger. Then, quietly, he said, "Well, what do you know? Dead men do bleed."

In this letter Paul speaks of death as something he re…