I looked at the closed casket laying atop the table. All of it together came up to my stomach. The children would have to be lifted up, but it was the perfect height for a viewing.

My phone rang.

After introducing himself and exchanging pleasantries, the funeral director said, “I apologize for not being there today for your mother’s viewing, sir. But is everything set up to your needs?”

“Are there any other viewings happening today?” I asked, looking at all the chairs and the flowers.

“No, sir.”

“Hmm.” I nodded. “Then no. Things are not set up to our needs.”

“Oh!” The funeral director exclaimed. “What’s wrong?”

“You’ve given us the wrong person.”

The funeral director scoffed. “Are you sure?”


“How?” The funeral director asked, sounding less sure of himself. “Have you looked inside?”

“Don’t need to.”

“Then you remember the casket you bought?”

“My brother picked it. I have no idea what it’s supposed to look like.”

“Then how are you so confident, sir?” The director sounded like he was at the end of his patience.

“This is a child’s casket.”