At My Husband’s Funeral, I Opened His Casket to Place a Flower — and Found a Crumpled Note Tucked Under His Hands

Startled, he looked up.This area is—” Ma’am.I answered, “My husband is in the viewing room.” “Someone put this in his casket.”

The chapel feed appeared.

I displayed the note.I must find out who it was.

He paused. “I’m not sure if—”The room was paid for by me. He is my spouse. Please.

With a groan, he looked at the monitors. He rewound, fast-forwarded, and pulled up the chapel feed.

Tight bun, dark hair.

The screen flickered with people. Flowers, hugs, and hands on the coffin.”Go more slowly,” I urged.

The only person to approach the coffin was a woman wearing a black outfit. Tight bun, dark hair.

After taking a quick look around, she put her palm beneath Greg’s, tucked something inside, and gave him a chest pat.

Susan.

I took a photo of the frame that was paused.

Miller, Susan. He was a “work lifesaver.” The supply company that supplied to his office was controlled by her. She and I had occasionally met at events. Efficient, slender, and constantly laughing a bit too much.

She was the one smuggling a message inside my husband’s coffin at that precise moment.

I took a photo of the frame that was paused.”Thank you,” I said to Luis.In my husband’s coffin, you left something.”

I then made my way back to the chapel on foot.

Susan was conversing with two women from Greg’s workplace toward the back. She held tissue in her hand and had red eyes, as if she were the bereaved widow in an other reality.

Her face wavered when she saw me approaching. For a moment only. guilt.

I came to a stop directly in front of her. “You left something in my husband’s casket.”