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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Susan.

I snapped a picture of the paused frame.

Susan Miller. His “work lifesaver.” She owned the supply company that delivered to his office. I’d met her a few times at events. Thin, efficient, always laughing just a little too hard.

At that moment, she was the woman sneaking a note into my husband’s coffin.

I snapped a picture of the paused frame.

“Thank you,” I told Luis.

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“You left something in my husband’s casket.”

Then I walked back to the chapel.

Susan was near the back, talking to two women from Greg’s office. Tissue in her hand, eyes red, like she was the grieving widow in some alternate universe.

When she saw me coming, her expression flickered. Just for a second. Guilt.

I stopped right in front of her. “You left something in my husband’s casket.”