My grandfather was a strange man. He was a coffin bearer, carrying 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. I carefully peeked from behind the door and saw that it was my grandfather. But the light wasn’t from a lamp. He had lit two white candles, whose glow was especially eerie.
