I went to the beach once. I finally got tired of waiting for the beach to come to me, which beaches aren't generally known to do. If someone were to ask why I went and what I planned to do there, I would have replied with something resembling "Oh, you know, just to surf and sunbathe and enjoy myself" which was a lie, as I was going due to the laziness of beaches and their lack of effort in coming to me.
Luckily, that's not the important part of the story. This is.
Well, they told me that I was - for all intents and purposes - dead for over a minute. Being the terrible surfer that I am, the world was flipped upside down with only myself remaining the right way up. Gravity then decided that as long as the world was upside down, it might as well join in the fun, and so I was thrust upwards into the water where my head uncomfortably hit the sand at the top.
Not that this was in itself a major problem; my brain's prompt reaction of losing consciousness filled that category nicely. A