It all reminds me of the old tale. In my younger days, motorcyclists wore long leather coats with buttons (I later wore my father's). On a winter's day, one poor chap got very cold with the wind getting in between the buttons. He hit on a solution - he turned the coat around and buttoned it up the back.

He must have ridden faster after that, and unfortunately crashed. He was dead when the police arrived - they asked the people first on the scene "Was he dead when you found him?"

"Well, I'm not sure - he was badly injured, but he seemed to be conscious until we turned his head the right way round".

(It all depends on your perception.)

Phil