Death Benefits

Summary

I was in the middle of a performance review at the office when I received news of my husband's death.

My boss patted my shoulder, telling me to accept my loss with grace.

I held myself together, gave a shaky salute, and then went home.

Once there, the delivery guy called, saying he had a package that required my signature.

The moment I opened the box, I froze.

Inside were two pairs of underwear, stained with a milky white substance, and at the bottom of the box, a dozen used condoms.

There was also a note that read: "Mrs. Peterson, I've taken Mr. Peterson for myself."