After I Died, My Wife Castrated Me with Her Own Hands

My wife is an undertaker. That day, a disfigured male corpse was delivered to her workroom. "It's so pitiful. Let me give him good-looking makeup." My wife sighed, then picked up the steel needle and penetrated my skull directly. What she didn't know was that this poor corpse was mine. She didn't even know that my tongue was pulled out, I couldn't speak, and I still had a breath...