Till Death Do Us Part
On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body.
She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward."
My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again.
Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."