After I Died, My Wife, the Museum Director, Put My Body on Display Herself

On my daughter’s birthday, I went out late at night to visit my wife at work, but I was attacked on the way. Just before I died, I called her, only to hear her speaking intimately with her childhood sweetheart. Impatiently, she said, “Are you done making a scene? Gu Chen cut his finger on the bathroom glass, and he’s in terrible pain. Stop calling to bother me!” The assailants disfigured me beyond recognition and dumped me in the museum’s taxidermy workshop. Later, my wife, now the museum director, personally turned me into a specimen and put me on display. She thought I had disappeared to spite her, until our five-year-old daughter tearfully told her, “Mommy, Daddy hasn’t come home in so long…”