The mother used an axe to repeatedly strike the coffin lid at her son’s funeral, and when it broke, the public witnessed a terrifying scene
That’s not my son, so I’m not attending the funeral.
— What are you saying, Mom? How can you not attend your son’s funeral, which is for my husband?
You don’t get it; they’re lying and concealing something, and my son isn’t in this coffin.
— But you saw the papers, Mom. They clarified that the accident had rendered his face unrecognizable, but the DNA test proved it was him.
I sense that’s not my son.
You don’t want to accept that he is no longer among us; you’re merely in mourning.
— My son is still alive. Quit using the past tense while discussing him.
The mother refused to budge in spite of all the convincing. But a few hours later, she consented to go to the burial. She put on a blue coat and refused to wear black. She held a heavy black bag in her hands and didn’t let go of it. The mother-in-law’s consent to attend was crucial, so the daughter-in-law remained silent.
It was a somber day, with dark clouds hovering above the graveyard. The mother abruptly came forward as the ceremony got underway and they began nailing the casket lid. She had a pallid face. Setting the sack on the floor, she snatched up the axe and, before anyone could react, lifted it and slammed it full force against the coffin lid.
The boards flew apart due to a crack. The coffin nearly split in two with a single blow.
…There was silence for a moment. People froze, some put their hands over their lips, while others took an automatic step back. The priest lowered his gaze, seemingly in an attempt to blend in. After everyone was frozen, there was a scream:
— It’s empty there!
And then a terrible revelation was made
There was panic. Someone contacted the police, and several men hurried to the gravediggers with inquiries. Pale, the daughter-in-law dropped her handbag. Breathing heavily, the mother stood over the shattered casket, her fingers whitened from holding the axe so tightly.
She said softly but clearly, “I told you that my son is not here.”
A slender man in a cemetery guard uniform broke through the mob at that precise time. He paused, then plucked up the courage:
– They took the body. at night. Two individuals arrived, presented documents, and stated that it was being sent to a morgue in a different city for further inspection. I… I had no idea it was this way.
Everyone felt the chill of these words. Where would the body have been taken? Who were these individuals?
As soon as the police came, they started interviewing the witnesses. A little later, however, the worst was discovered: there was no trace of the shipment in the morgue log.
It stated “disposal—error in documents” in place of the son’s name. This implied that after his death, someone had purposefully removed every evidence of him. or actually staged the death.
With a fragment of the coffin lid in her hands, the mother sat on a seat. She saw determination instead of despair. She was aware that she would locate him if he was still alive. She will find those who denied him even serenity in the afterlife if he is no longer with her.
