When I was about 9 years old, my mom forced me to go with her
to the funeral of a friend of hers that I didn't know.
When we got there, I stayed in a corner waiting for the funeral to
end. Then a man approached me and said: "Enjoy life, boy. Be
happy because time flies. look at me now, I didn't enjoy mine." He
patted my head and left.
Before leaving, my mom forced me to say goodbye to the dead
person. When I looked in the coffin, I was startled to see man
who was talking to me when I was in the corner was the same
one in the Coffin.
For several years, I was not able to sleep properly because of
Years later, I discovered that the dead man had a twin brother.