My Husband Came Back from the Dead
Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries.
I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room.
"I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby."
Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his buddies talking through the open window.
"Dude, you’re so cool blooded. Inventing a twin brother just to dodge diaper duty? What's next—triplets and quadruplets coming out of the woodwork too?"