My dad once went into cardiac arrest. He just happened to be sitting in a cardiac center across the street from the hospital, talking to a nurse and receiving a weekly I.V. drip when it happened. He was revived using difibrillator paddles and lived another seven years.
His version of the story: “I was just sitting there talking to the nurse and I started feeling a little bit dizzy. The next thing I knew I was lying on my back on the floor and there were many people around me who were a whole lot more excited than I was.”
Then after they got him onto the cart and began wheeling him toward the hospital, he remarked that didn’t see any bright lights or anything like that when he was out. Then he got a mock-horror look on his face and said, “oh, no! I hope I wasn’t supposed to be watching for flames!”
Alan