The Dead Dad Who Came Back

Synopsis

On the anniversary of my father's death, Mom and I went to pay our respects. Mom suddenly wanted to place something inside Dad's urn. But when the staff member brought out the urn, Mom and I froze instantly. Because the photo on the urn in front of us wasn't my dad at all—it was some stranger. I demanded an explanation from the staff member, my voice shaking. "What's going on? Why is there someone else's ashes in my father's plot?" Mom clutched her chest beside me, her heart condition nearly flaring up from the shock. "We've been paying our respects to the wrong ashes for twelve years? Then where are my husband's ashes?" The staff member had never encountered this situation before. He quickly checked the system, then looked at us with confusion. "Are you sure you came to the right cemetery? I just checked—we don't have any deceased person with the surname Thompson in our records." "Impossible!" My tone was firm. "When my father died, I personally placed his urn in this plot. I couldn't have made a mistake!" Mom chimed in to support me. "That's right. We still have the purchase contract for this plot at home. How could your cemetery not have any records