Lower Your Laugh
Language: en
My father died in a fire, trying to save the daughter of the woman he never got over. I drove to the hospital through the night. The moment I saw his body, I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. A staff member kindly nudged me. "Could you try to be a little quieter?" But later, when they handed me the urn with my father’s ashes, I laughed even louder. Oh, my dear, dear father. If you were going to die, couldn't you have at least written a will first? Leaving me with billions in assets... you're just too generous. …