At my funeral, paralyzed inside my coffin, I caught my wife and my private doctor kissing and planning to cremate me alive. The furnace roared. I had minutes left. They thought they’d won. Suddenly, my brother burst in, clutching something salvaged from my mansion’s trash. He roared a single sentence, and my “grieving” wife went dead pale.
Then, I heard the prayers. A low, trembling voice recited scripture somewhere nearby. Soft shoes shuffled over marble floors. A woman sniffled delicately. A man cleared his throat and whispered, …
At my funeral, paralyzed inside my coffin, I caught my wife and my private doctor kissing and planning to cremate me alive. The furnace roared. I had minutes left. They thought they’d won. Suddenly, my brother burst in, clutching something salvaged from my mansion’s trash. He roared a single sentence, and my “grieving” wife went dead pale. Read More