She Got Crown, I Got CrematedThree days after I died, my fiancé got a call to ID the body.
He just scoffed. "She's dead, so what? Call me when she's in the ground."
The cops, out of options, hit up my backup contact—my childhood friend.
He actually laughed. "She's really gone? Not my problem. Burn her or whatever."
Then my body hit the internet—
And suddenly, both of them looked like ghosts.