Patricia charged into the house and pointed at me.
"Officers, arrest this monster! She cremated my son alive. Arrest her. Better yet, cremate her too, so she knows what it feels like."
I had known this confrontation was coming.
I simply hadn't expected it so quickly.
I sighed.
"Patricia, can you please stop saying things like that?"
Then I handed the death certificate to one of the officers.
"This is my husband's death certificate. My mother-in-law can't accept that her son died. I think the grief may have affected her judgment."
The officer examined the document carefully.
"It appears to have been properly issued by the hospital."
I sighed again.
"Jason and I were married for 5 years. We loved each other very much. When he died, I couldn't bear the thought of his body deteriora
