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The father of a boy who lived in my village underwent brain surgery. While in the operating theatre he was clinically 'dead' for 3 minutes. The father told the boy that during those 3 minutes he found himself in a queue of people in front of some huge, decorative gates. The people were being divided into 2 groups, those who liked Marmite and those who didn't. The group who didn't like Marmite were lead away from the gates, while those who did were lead through the gates into a bright, almost blinding light.