My Sister Refused To Open Dad’s Casket, And The Reason Made The Whole Church Scream.
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Chapter 19
Dad lived another eighteen years.
Eighteen.
Not twenty, as I had demanded at his living wake, but close enough that he joked about negotiating a discount.
When he really died, it was quiet.
Natural.
Expected.
I was beside him.
Robert too.
No locked casket.
No secret plan.
No recordings.
No trap.
Just goodbye.
This time, the funeral was small.
Open casket.
White flowers.
His gold watch on his wrist.
I stood beside him and touched his hand.
Cold.
Real.
May you like
Gone.
And because I had already lost him once to a lie, the truth of this goodbye hurt cleanly.
