Burying the Living: The Dead Carry the Coffin

When I was seven, the village widow died. From then on, her ghost began haunting me...

I kept waking in the middle of the night, startled by the widow's ghost... My father made a deal with her...

At twenty-eight, I followed in my father's footsteps and became a professional coffin bearer. That's when I discovered that everything had been planned from the start...