According to a tale passed down for generations, deep in the heart of Puerto Rico, a funeral procession was on its way to the cemetery. Some versions say that the water splashed onto the dead man; others, that just the sound of the river stirred life into him. The man sat up and those with him yelled and ran. The river was henceforth named el Río Sana Muertos, which directly translates to: the River Heals-the-Dead.
Along with the tale, my mother tells me that, if such a thing happened, it was due to the lack of autopsies done in those times in the poor, rural areas of the island. Nonetheless, it makes for a fantastic story.