After I Died, He Crushed My Remains

Summary

Three days after my death, William received the call to identify my body.

He casually tightened his arm around the woman sitting in his lap and spoke into the phone. "If she is dead, she is dead. Cremate her and call me when it is done."

My body was pushed into the roaring incinerator. Once I was reduced to nothing but bone and ash, the crematorium staff called him again.

He clicked his tongue in deep annoyance.

"I got it. I am on my way."