At My Husband’s Funeral, I Opened His Casket to Place a Flower — and Found a Crumpled Note Tucked Under His Hands

He looked up, startled.

“My husband is in the viewing room,” I said. “Someone put this in his casket.”

I held up the note.

He hesitated.

“I’m not sure if—”

“I paid for the room. He’s my husband. Please.”

He sighed and turned to the monitors.

He pulled up the chapel feed, rewound, then fast-forwarded.

People flickered across the screen. Hugs, flowers, hands on the casket.

“Slow down,” I said.

A woman in a black dress stepped up to the casket alone. Dark hair, tight bun.

Continue reading…