No Filter for the Dead: My Brother's Ghost Crashed His Own Funeral
Language: en
My brother was widely recognized as a great hero. In an operation to protect a hostage, he was stabbed multiple times by a criminal. At his memorial service, people poured in from all over the city to pay their respects. The hall was filled with the sound of weeping. My mom fainted from the grief and had to be carried away by paramedics for emergency care. I was his favorite younger sister. But right now, staring fixedly at his black-and-white memorial photo, I suddenly let out a laugh. Because my brother was currently sitting right in front of the altar with his legs spread wide,…