The day I was in a car accident, my wife was with her unrequited love, meeting my family. As I hit the ground, I suddenly remembered something. Once, during an argument, I’d told her, “When I die, I’ll drink Meng Po’s Soup, forget you, and never love you again.” She’d looked at me with disdain. “Then don’t love me. Who cares!” Now I really was dead. I hadn’t drunk Meng Po’s Soup, and I would never love her again. But when she heard the news, she clung to my corpse and wouldn’t let anyone cremate me.
