My daughter died, but my wife took our son on vacation overseas.
I called her and told her to come back for our daughter's funeral, but she refused outright.
Over the phone, she cursed our daughter, saying that a worthless thing was dead and gone.
After seeing my daughter off on her final journey, I leapt from the building.
The police called my wife and told her to come identify my body.
But leaning against another man's chest, she said, “Why couldn't he have died sooner? He's choosing the worst time to bother me.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back before my daughter died.
This time, I'll send them straight to hell!
