My Funeral Awakened Her Love
Right after I die, my wife goes on a date with her first love.
I once told her, "If I die, I swear I won't love you in the next life."
She scoffs. "Gladly. But people like you live forever, don't they?"
Just as she wishes, I die.
However, right then, she holds my urn close, whispering, "Are you still mad at me?"