A Joyful Coffin-Bearer

[Supernatural + Coffin Bearing]

My grandfather was an odd man. He was a coffin bearer, hired to carry coffins for the dead. I remember one night when I was little, I woke up needing to pee. I was about to go outside when I noticed a light in the main room. Carefully, I peeked from behind the door. It was my grandfather. But the light wasn't from a lamp. He had lit two white candles. Their flames flickered, giving me the creeps. Stranger still, when I asked him about it the next day, he denied everything and said I'd been dreaming. Things like that happened many times, but what really changed how I saw my grandfather began the summer I graduated from college. I finished my studies that year and took a train, then a bus, back home. I was still outside the door with my luggage when I saw my grandfather sitting despondently in the courtyard, holding a wooden stick.