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Six months after I died, my fiancé proposed to my sister. My parents and brother actually called me, asking me to come home for their wedding. The only one who knew I was dead was my best friend. On the day of the wedding, my best friend sent them a row of funeral wreaths and my death certificate. I saw it. For the first time in over twenty years, their cold, heartless faces finally showed a flicker of panic.