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After I died, the memorial my best friend arranged for me was completely destroyed. Haters stood outside the funeral, livestreaming the scene, grinning as they muttered, "Serves her right." The comments flooded the screen all at once: [Is she really dead? Hope she's gone for good.] Meanwhile, my ex-husband wrapped his arm around his mistress, raising his glass aboard a luxury cruise. They celebrated for seven days and seven nights. It seemed that my death was something I deserved. Until one day, my diary was made public, and the world finally learned that in my entire life, I had only ever been truly happy for a single fleeting moment.