From the Daily Sentinel in Grand Junction, CO:
Nine little numbers can kill you. Seriously. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust deadly.
That was what Ken Nesslage discovered to his untimely demise. RIP.
He was 77 and only trying to do the right thing when it happened, for heaven's sake.
He had gone to the Social Security Administration office out by the Grand Junction Regional Airport to notify them that his mother had died.
Roberta J. McDonough was 95 years, 1 month and 1 day old when she died on May 13 with her beloved small dog in her lap. Unfortunately, on July 1 it became apparent that the mortuary in Utah hadn't made the notifications for her that it was supposed to and it fell to Nesslage, the trustee for her estate.
A dutiful son to the end, he had all the proper paperwork. However, he was required to enter his own Social Security number into the system to get a ticket to be seen at the office window.
And with that nine-digit entry, Nesslage sent himself into the digital jaws of death.
Not realizing how bad off he was, though, he didn't go to the doctor for a week. He was told his Medicare was suspended.
As soon as he got home, he called Medicare.
"Are you sitting down, Mr. Nesslage?" the woman asked. "I'm going to tell you something that might disturb you greatly."
Then she told him he was dead. ...
He was back at the Social Security office in a hot second, much too upset to be a ghostly apparition.
But, alas, he was dead. As of May 13, in fact. The same day his mother died.
He was assured the error mixing up his mother's death with his own would be corrected.
However, in the days to come Nesslage began to realize it was much easier to die than to come back to life and found himself an odd member among the walking dead all headed downhill. ...
Still, he attempted to refill his blood pressure medication. His Medicare remained suspended.
Credit card — denied. ...
Meanwhile, Judy received another letter, this time from Social Security, telling her what her new monthly payments would be and that she would receive $255 for her husband's burial expenses. ...
"I'm starting to stink really bad. No embalming fluid," Nesslage deadpanned. ...
On his fourth trip to the office on July 26 — everyone there now knows him by sight and certainly by name — he got a letter indicating he had been reported dead in error. ...