In my previous life, my husband faked his own death and tricked me into drinking poison to die for him.
I was sent to the ICU but was not rescued.
But he was very active just by washing his stomach.
At the funeral, he cried bitterly in front of my grave:
"Honey, why don't you let me go with you? Why did you change my medicine to cough syrup?"
Everyone comforted him and praised him as a rare good man in the world.