After I Died, My Mother Went Mad

My mother hated me for eighteen years.

The day I died, they were all out traveling and taking pictures.

When my mother got a call from the police, she only thought it was a nuisance. "How could he possibly have the guts to kill himself? He's definitely just trying to trick me into giving him money."

"If he's going to die, he can go die somewhere far away. There's no need to tell me."

But, Mom, I really am dead.