My Husband Proposed To Her At My Funeral

Synopsis

I died in a car crash, and my soul hovered above my own funeral. There he was, my husband, holding his sweetheart's hand, dropping to one knee before my cold tombstone. He said, "Yvette, Charlotte is dead. We can finally be together. Marry me." Gasps rippled through the crowd; my ghostly form shook with rage. But my mother, strangely calm, stepped forward with a smile. She said, "Congratulations. I can give my blessing to your marriage, but let's make one thing clear first. "Your firstborn son will be registered under my daughter's name and will inherit every last bit of her estate." Yvette's face turned even paler than my funeral portrait.