At my mom's funeral, my ex's new girlfriend burst in, went straight for the coffin, and pried it open. They shattered the memorial photo and flipped the altar table like it was nothing. "Really, lady? Thought you didn’t have a mom? What’s this funeral for—hiding cash?" She reached for the coffin lid while I desperately tried to stop her, but I was slammed to the ground. "Getting nervous, huh? Listen up! You think you can take what’s mine? Think again!" Suddenly, they wrenched open the coffin. I yelled and struggled, powerless to stop them. "What do you mean there’s no money?!" In that moment, she was dead to me. Want to make a spectacle? Let’s really make it one to remember!
