"A 76-year-old Polish beekeeper, Jozef Guzy, collapsed while working, stopped breathing, went cold and was pronounced dead by a doctor, but just as they were sealing him in his coffin someone noticed he had a pulse. He was then rushed to hospital where doctors couldn't find anything wrong with him. Obviously, there's something terribly wrong with him, but it's still a nice story."
If you're still feeling bad, my review of Patti Smith's memoir, Just Kids, is up at the Washington Post:
I was surprised at how elegant and restrained this book was — no dirt here, but a lot of great stories. Closest PS gets to mudslinging is re: her relationship with Blue Oyster Cult's Allen Lanier: "This gentle, intelligent, and seemingly modest man had a lifestyle on the road that was ionconsistent with what I believed was our quiet bond. Ultimately it destroyed our relationship, but not the respect I had for him, nor the gratitude I felt for the good he had done, as I stepped out into uncharted territory."
Almost makes you want to reread Pamela Des Barres' fab groupie bio, I'm With the Band, or queue up for the forthcoming Runaways biopic ...