At the funeral of a 22-year-old woman, grief filled the air. The coffin, polished and elegant, seemed normal—until four men failed to lift it. Even with eight bearers, it barely moved, as if weighed with bricks.
Guests murmured in unease. An undertaker whispered he had carried coffins of heavier men, yet this one felt unnatural. The girl’s mother, her face drawn with sorrow, stepped forward and commanded: “Open it.”
The lid was unscrewed. At first, everything appeared ordinary—the young woman resting in a pale dress, flowers folded in her hands. Then one worker noticed the coffin was taller than usual. Beneath a false platform lay another body, wrapped in plastic.
The smell was chemical, the corpse decomposed—a tattooed man, unknown to the mother. Shock swept the crowd.
Police later identified him as an accountant tied to a construction fraud case, missing for days and preparing evidence against his firm. Investigators uncovered forged documents and a fake funeral company that had arranged sealed transport.
The girl’s burial was genuine. Yet hidden beneath her was a silenced witness—buried under another’s grief.
