Granted, and here's a story of my own:
Once upon a time, Skilpadde was taking a lovely walk through an enchanted forest. There, she meets a strange, old woman. The woman looks a bit dodgy, but Skilpadde isn't one to judge a book by its cover. So the two of them start talking, and the old woman offers her a nice, red, juicy apple. Now, Skilpadde knows that it's a bit odd to be offered this from someone she's just met. But Skilpadde was taught never to take candy from a stranger; fruit, she figures, is perfectly fine – and healthy. Or so she thought. One bite of the apple and Skilpadde falls into a coma that lasts for <30 years.
Eventually, Prince Charming finds Skilpadde in the woods and kisses her, waking Skilpadde from her long slumber. But instead of falling in love with Skilpadde, he is horrified to find that this beautiful corpse he found lying in the middle of a forest has, in fact, turned out to be alive. Disgusted, the necrophilic prince leaves Skilpadde in the woods, forever diminishing her respect for men and romance – and apples.
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Hmm ... I wish that someone (who shall remain nameless
) doesn't see this post and call me out for rehashing old material. 
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It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air –
There's the rub, the task.
– Virgil, The Aeneid (Book VI)