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

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He looked up, startled.

“Ma’am, this area is—”

“My husband is in the viewing room,” I said. “Someone put this in his casket.”

He pulled up the chapel feed.

I held up the note.

“I need to know who it was.”

He hesitated. “I’m not sure if—”

“I paid for the room. He’s my husband. Please.”

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He sighed and turned to the monitors. He pulled up the chapel feed, rewound, then fast-forwarded.

Dark hair, tight bun.

People flickered across the screen. Hugs, flowers, hands on the casket.

“Slow down,” I said.

A woman in a black dress stepped up to the casket alone. Dark hair, tight bun.

She glanced around, then slipped her hand under Greg’s, tucked something in, and patted his chest.