I Faked My Own Funeral to See Who Still Cared—Then My Granddaughter Revealed a Secret That Broke My Heart

had to be today. I had two client calls.”

“Mom,” Tyler said, “can you just… not?”

She shot him a look.

“Don’t you start.”

Her eyes drifted toward the coffin.

“At least Harold did a nice job here. Mother always liked things arranged.”

I winced.

Tyler studied my photograph.

“Grandma hated fuss. It makes sense why she planned her funeral like… this.”

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