A Wedding at Her Mother’s Funeral
Language: en
My mother-in-law had passed away. As we escorted her casket to the funeral home, we encountered dozens of luxury wedding cars on a narrow bridge. The window of the leading Mercedes rolled down, and the groom stuck his head out, shouting angrily. "Move the damn corpse out of the way!" "Don't delay my wedding!" I stood rooted to the spot, quickly fumbling a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and offering it to the groom, saying earnestly. "Bro, sorry. The funeral home is just across the bridge. You've got a lot of cars—how about letting us go first?" "The dead deserve respect. Please…