I have worn black for pretty much the entirety of my adult life.
I was 'killed' by something within me.
When I came back from the 'dead' I was wearing black.
I wore black for the rest of my life.
Who am I?
To relieve some ambiguity, I only actually die once.
lateral-thinkingtag if ambiguity is a part of the puzzle. – feelinferrety Mar 31 '16 at 01:42