The day I decided to donate my body, I called my brother whom I hadn't contacted in seven years. It took a long time for the other party to answer the call, and I immediately explained my intention. He carefully added that it's just a signature and it won't delay you for a long time. The other person cursed and hung up the phone. I could only travel thousands of miles to find the city where he lived with the documents. The past tense coincided with his busiest time. He signed it casually, without even showing me the corner of his eye. I just couldn't bear to add one more sentence. When you are really dead, don't notify me again. I nodded, okay.
Are you fishing again?