The story I am about to tell you seems so incredible I could understand why you would seriously question that it ever happened. Bizarre things sometimes do occur once, twice, or more in recorded history, but there are times when phenomenal things so strange happen that it seems reality itself is warped and twisted to the extent that doubtful disbelief is the only logical recourse.

Such was the case of Dr. Jerry Cohen (his friends nicknamed him: "JC") and the family of Megan, Margaret, and Larry Goldstein.

Now, Dr. Cohen was no novice nor ignoramus as to modern medical treatment. He was well acquainted with the myriad types of antibiotics and other pharmaceuticals on the market, both generic and otherwise, and what diseases they are designated to treat. A highly-skilled and renowned surgeon, blood-pressure monitors plus X-rays and CAT scans and MRIs the man was quite familiar with, along with the feeding tubes and needlework connected to clear bags of fluids seeping into the veins of sick people in hospital beds seeking restored health. In a few cases, he had successfully applied an experimental state-of-the-art NeuroTissue Revitalizer - using pulsed nucleonic energy bursts (similar to that life-restoring device on the spaceship in the movie The Day The Earth Stood Still)- which has in many cases been more successful than chest-pressure resusitation and mouth-to-mouth respiration, not to mention electrocardiac shocks to restart the heart. The good doctor was expert in the effects of exotic herbs, oriental acupuncture, massage techniques, and pressure-point chiropractic both helpful and harmful.

There comes a time, however, when no more can be done, and then death inevitably occurs.

Such was the case with Larry Goldstein.

Larry was afflicted with a plethoria of problems. He had acute and then advanced liver and bone cancer, plus a lethal inoperable tumor in his brain. As he laid in Bethany Hospice, hope for him gradually vanished, and ultimately his erratic off-and-on and then weak gasps for air immediately preceded his mortal capitulation.

After the nurses verified the body's pulselessness with no heartbeat, Larry's carcass was transported to the basement of the hospital where the Bethany Medical Examiner pronounced IT legally dead and the Bethany mortician then embalmed IT (not "him"). After the body was on display in Bethany Funeral Home, the casket was closed and buried within a vault in Bethany Cemetery.

Now, I suppose that Doctor JC could have revived Larry at any point, whether in the hospice bed, upon death thereon, down in the basement before embalming, or when the body was lying in the coffin. Cremation probably would not even have hindered him.

However, Cohen chose the most dramatic scenario to prove that HE was The Doctor, the Wellness of the World, wanting people to acclaim HIM as THE Doctor.

So, a few days later, he called the Bethany TV station and told them to appear at a certain date and time at the cemetery plot of the deceased human shell of Larry buried in a vault six feet underground.

Keep in mind that the funeral notice had already been printed and published in The Bethany Tribune, a funeral service had been held with those officiating paid, and the Last Will was in the process of being executed by probate.

The TV crew who responded had heard weird tales of the alleged reputation of Dr. Cohen, so they took him seriously and showed up, presuming that they would finally provide something ridiculously sensational to shock their airwaved audience with and thus promote their commercial sponsors subsidizing continuing broadcasts.

It got nasty when JC ordered a couple of construction-crew guys to start digging up the grave, resulting in the cemetery caretaker (who vigorously objected angrily) cellphoning 911 which quickly brought Bethany Police to the scene. Cohen did not have a permit to dig in near Larry's tombstone, but the TV crew convinced the cops to cool it, being that this guy was said to have resurrected others back to life. The peace officers responded that if there was any fraud in exhuming and reviving the corpse, Cohen would promptly be arrested and whisked off to jail for numerous infractions necessitating use of an expensive defense attorney.

The crew finally dug down to the vault and lifted it up with hydraulics. When opened, there was the casket, and JC told the funeral director present to unlock it. After reluctantly doing so, JC said: "Larry, get up and come out of there!"

[What followed can be found by reading the historical (though not hysterical) record in the New-Testament book of the Gospel of John, chapter 11].