He walked carrying an urn of his wife’s ashes. He couldn’t take public or private transportation. He no longer had cash. He gave all to charity. He stopped a few times to rest. People saw what he was carrying, but none asked about it.
He reached the local cemetery. He had already paid for his and her burial vaults. He remembered the happiness that she exuded, her laughter and her ability to see difficult situations positively. As he gave the urn to the funeral personnel, his heart suddenly stopped beating.
Lonely in life, cremated in death, happy now with wife.
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