HE WOKE UP PARALYZED INSIDE HIS OWN COFFIN… THEN HEARD HIS WIFE CELEBRATE HIS CREMATION

Alexander Whitmore awoke to the scent of polished mahogany and lilies pressing into his lungs.

At first, he kept his eyes closed—not because he chose to, but because something unseen and suffocating held his eyelids shut as though they had been sealed with lead. He tried to move his fingers. Nothing. His toes. Nothing. His tongue. Nothing. His body continue reading …