After I Died, My Father Made Me into a Sculpture

I was doused with acid and died in the basement. My family didn't recognize me and didn't call the police. My mother picked up a scalpel that had not been used for many years and separated my bones and flesh. My dad excitedly glued the skeleton into plaster and carved it into an exquisite plaster statue. My sister has won numerous awards for her sculptures and has become a talented girl sought after by everyone. Later, the sculpture was broken into pieces, revealing the half-severed finger inside. They panicked.