The Undertaker Ex
Language: en
A month before I died, I hired an undertaker online. The reviews said he was a pro—full-service, handled everything. From corpse cleanup to the final shovel of dirt, it was the perfect "one-stop shop" for someone like me, who had no one to collect my body. But when we met, my luck ran out. The undertaker was my ex-boyfriend, the one I dumped five years ago. Enemies on sight. He took one look at me in the hospital bed and waved his hand dismissively. "I don't care who you are. I'm not burying you." I scrambled out of bed to block the door before he could leave. "It's a…