Insert Stove

Grandpa died, and I returned to the village to mourn. The whole village blocked the door, asking me to take his place, be the official, and guard the coffin on the cliff. I said I wouldn't. They said: You can, you have known it since you were a child. There is a coffin hanging on the cliff of the Three Gorges. Ancient books say "insert stove", and scholars say it is a hanging coffin. The coffin keeper knows: "Insert Stove" is a directory, and my family's name is in it. And the old man in the village said: Anyone with that name will not live to be thirty. I'm twenty-nine. I'll be thirty next year.