The Coffin Shop in the Mountain Village

One day when I was in high school, my father received a letter. It had been sent from our hometown and said that the village head’s son was getting married, inviting us to come back for the wedding feast. But when I returned to my hometown with my father, the happy occasion turned into a funeral. As one eerie incident after another unfolded, I followed in my father’s footsteps, took over his coffin-making craft, and became a true artisan.