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.
I woke to the smell of polished mahogany and the suffocating, powdery sweetness of lilies pressing against my lungs. At first, I did not open my eyes. It wasn’t because …
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