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.
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. Read More