A dog barks at a coffin during a funeral, prompting a suspicious son to open it, only to discover it’s empty

Ryan gets suspicious when his dog races into the church and starts barking at his father’s coffin. Seeing the dog in an alert position, Ryan opens the casket, only to find his father’s body missing.

Ryan climbed out of the car and stood outside the church, knowing he wasn’t ready to say goodbye to his father. “We couldn’t even give Dad a proper funeral,” he thought. Suddenly, Bella’s sharp bark distracted him.

Ryan turned to his car, where Bella was more agitated than usual.

“Bella!” He gave her a hand signal to lie down, and she obeyed. He patted her head through the open car window. “Now, stay, Bella.”

Ryan then walked away, ignoring Bella’s whine, and entered the church. His father Arnold’s casket was already in place, closed, and the funeral director had discretely cordoned off the immediate area because Arnold had died of an infectious disease.

Ryan sat beside his mother. Arnold would be cremated, not buried, given the circumstances of his death.

Just as the mass ended and mourners rose to sing the final hymn, Bella’s bark echoed through the church. She jumped on the casket, knocking the flower arrangement to the floor, and began barking loudly.

When Bella sat in her alert position on the floor and stared at him, Ryan sensed something was off.

“Open the casket!” he demanded.

A gasp rang out in the gathering. Ryan didn’t care. He walked over to the casket and opened it, only to find it empty.

“Wh-Where’s my brother?” His uncle stared at the funeral director.

Ryan’s mother couldn’t stand what was happening. Her eyes rolled back in her skull, and her knees gave way. Ryan caught her just in time before her head hit the marble floor. He rushed her to the hospital.

At his mother’s house, Ryan called the police.

“At this point, all we know is that the coroner confirmed the cause of death and released the remains to the funeral home,” Detective Bradshaw told him. “Was your father involved in any activities I should be aware of?”

Ryan hadn’t been involved in his father’s business since he opened his dog training and rehabilitation center. But he knew Arnold would never put his or the company’s reputation at stake.

Since there was no vital lead yet, Detective Bradshaw left, promising to be in touch with updates. But Ryan didn’t want to wait. The hospital was keeping his mom overnight. He left Bella at home and went to the morgue to find answers.

“The coroner resigned? What about the new coroner?” Ryan was baffled when the nurse at the reception informed him there was no new coroner yet. He asked to see his father’s file, but the nurse refused, saying it was against policies.

Ryan knew how to convince her. He set $1000 on the counter, and she turned a blind eye when he slipped inside the coroner’s office. He started searching the shelves for his father’s file, but it was futile. Arnold’s file was missing.

Ryan was frustrated. Suddenly, his buzzing phone distracted him. It was his father’s lawyer, Mr. Stevens. The older man informed Ryan that he was the new CEO of Arnold’s company and wanted to see him urgently.

As Ryan arrived at his father’s office, he opened Arnold’s Gmail on the office computer, only to find the inbox empty. Someone had deleted the messages.

“Ryan! Good to see you,” Mr. Stevens entered the room and shut the door behind him.

“Who’s been using this computer?” Ryan asked him.

“Nobody,” Mr. Stevens replied.

“Wait, where are the dancers?” Ryan noticed two figurines were missing from his father’s office.

“Oh, he took them home. Poor Arnold…he could never get the third figurine in the set. Can you believe the man who owns it won’t accept anything less than half a million?” Mr. Stevens said.

Ryan was sure Arnold hadn’t taken them home. He’d been all through his parents’ house since he arrived for the funeral, and he hadn’t seen those dancers anywhere.

“But anyway, we have more important matters to discuss…” Mr. Stevens informed Ryan that they were in severe debt, and several investors were threatening to pull their investments because Arnold had been missing meetings with them for months before his death.

“…and it all started when his new secretary began working here. With all due respect to Arnold and his family, I believe he was having a romantic relationship with her,” Mr. Stevens revealed.

Ryan lost his cool as the thought of his mother’s sad face crossed his mind. He would’ve confronted his father’s secretary if Mr. Stevens hadn’t stopped him—It would only tarnish Arnold’s reputation.

Ryan spent the day sorting out the debt problem and sent gift baskets to the most vital investors. After work, he followed his father’s secretary, Miss Pearson, and saw her pull into the garage of a modest suburban home. She was his only lead until now, so he waited outside her house in his car.

Sometime later, the whirring noise of her garage door awoke him. He saw her head in the direction of the city in her car and wanted to follow her. But then he had a better idea. He leaped from his car and managed to get inside her garage just in time before the door closed. There, he found a doorway leading into her house.

He found the kitchen first, searched the drawers, and found a flashlight. He didn’t want to turn on the lights in case Miss Pearson came home suddenly. His heart sank when he entered her bedroom and saw a framed photo of her kissing Arnold on the nightstand.

Ryan maintained his composure, reminding himself he was here to find a lead that would help him figure out what happened to his father. He searched Miss Pearson’s house but couldn’t find anything. Dejected, he was about to leave when he noticed a slightly open drawer in the coffee table.

A Manila envelope there interested him. Inside it was Arnold’s life insurance policy for $7 million, and the sole beneficiary was…Miss Pearson! Ryan took the document and drove to the police station.

“This is quite compelling…” Detective Bradshaw said, looking at the document. “Let me see what else I can find out about this Pearson woman.”

Ryan was seated near the front desk when she approached him with a team of officers. Turned out Miss Pearson was booked on a flight to Morocco, which would leave in half an hour.

“Since the US has no extradition treaty with the Moroccan government, it’s vital we bring her in for questioning before she boards the plane!”

Ryan wanted to accompany the officers, but Detective Bradshaw refused because he was a civilian. Ryan didn’t listen to her and followed her.

“Police!” Detective Bradshaw yelled as she and her team approached a boarding gate. “Let us through!”

Ryan slipped past the airport security officers by blending with the group, and they proceeded to the boarding area. The cops immediately spread out and started checking the passengers.

“You there! The dark-haired woman in the white shirt! Step out of the line and raise your hands in the air,” Detective Bradshaw yelled.

Ryan was relieved they’d caught Miss Pearson, but his smile faded when the woman turned around. She was not Miss Pearson. The cops continued the search for hours, but Miss Pearson was gone.

Ryan was back to square one. But somewhere in his heart, he knew Arnold was alive. Ryan knew the figurines weren’t at his mother’s house. Wherever his father was, he must’ve taken the figurines with him. Ryan looked up the collector who had the third figurine online and visited him.

“So…how much will you take for it?” he asked, pointing to the figurine.

“$750,000,” the collector, Mr. Frederick, replied.

“That’s far above the market value for the artist’s work, sir.”

“Then don’t buy it. The price is non-negotiable, young man!”

Ryan had to have it, so he requested time to arrange the money. He returned to his car, dialed Mr. Stevens, and said he wanted to sell $750,000 worth of his shares in the company.

“But then you won’t have a controlling stake in the company, Ryan!” Mr. Stevens said.

“I’m aware, Mr. Stevens, but this is urgent,” Ryan explained. “I need the cash immediately, but if I’m right, I should be able to buy back those shares within the week.”

“Ryan,” Mr. Stevens eventually replied in a measured tone, “as a major stakeholder and legal advisor for the company, I get the feeling it would behoove me not to ask questions about why you need such a large amount of money at such short notice.”

“As a longtime family friend, however,” Mr. Stevens continued, “I must know if this is related to the suspicion I shared with you about Miss Pearson.”

“In a manner of speaking, yes,” Ryan replied.

Mr. Stevens sighed. “She’s also disappeared, you know…didn’t turn up for work today, and her phone number no longer exists. I’ll get you the money…best you not ask me the details…and wire it to you ASAP.”

When Ryan received the message that the money was in his account, he rushed inside to speak to Mr. Frederick. The older man muttered something about how the figurine was worth more than his asking price since it was the only available piece of the set, but Ryan cut him off.

“You asked for $750 000, sir, and that’s what I’m giving you, effective immediately. Are you not a man of your word, Mr. Frederick?”

Mr. Frederick finally agreed to sell the figurine. Ryan was now ready for the next step. He called a few people from his car and made a quick stop before returning to his mother’s house.

“Where on earth have you been, Ryan?” his mother asked. “I return from the hospital to find the house empty, and poor Bella bored out of her mind. Your dog misses you; I really can’t keep her busy enough, and I’ve barely seen you since the funeral…”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” he muttered. “Please just trust that what I’ve been doing is very important. It will also be over very soon.”

Ryan stood behind a pillar near the back of the auction house’s main bidding area and studied the crowd. The figurine he’d bought was the next lot up for bid. He glanced toward the podium as it was brought to the front.

As the price climbed, the number of participants whittled down to just two. One was an overweight man with a prominent nose, and the other was a tall, white-haired man in a navy suit. Neither of them was his father.

Ryan had insisted on anonymity and personally paid for several adverts to ensure his father, wherever he might be, would know that the figurine was on auction today.

“$600,000 going once,” the auctioneer declared.

Ryan’s heart sank. He feared that not only would he lose his bait and miss the chance to find his father, but he would also make a huge loss on the figurine.

“…going twice…”

“$1 million!”

Ryan got goosebumps at the sound of his father’s voice. He stared in shock as Arnold rose from a seat near the back of the auction room and removed his wide-brimmed hat.

“$1 million going once…going twice…sold to the man in the beige coat!” The auctioneer banged his gavel.

Immediately, Arnold put his hat back on and headed for the door. Ryan rushed around the edge of the room and blocked his path. Then Detective Bradshaw stepped forward and handcuffed Arnold.

“Ryan?” Arnold frowned at Ryan. “You tricked me! This was a trap!”

“Don’t act like I’ve committed some terrible betrayal, Dad! You’re the one who had an affair and faked your own death so you could run off with your mistress! How could you?”

Arnold hung his head as he confessed that he was tired of his old life and wanted to start a new one with his new love, Miss Pearson.

“So you took out a huge amount in life insurance for your new life, bribed the coroner to falsify your death certificate and cause of death, and had all of us gather around an empty casket to mourn you!” Ryan hissed.

“‘A man should do what is right, not follow his own selfish interests.’ You taught me that, Dad. I’m sorry you couldn’t follow your own principles, but I hope you realize that your failure to do so led to your downfall.”

Detective Bradshaw assured Ryan that Miss Pearson would be caught soon, too. Then Arnold was taken away to the police car.

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My MIL’s ‘Innocent’ Gift Turned My Life Upside Down

When Linda’s mother-in-law gifted us an orchid for our anniversary, she never expected it to bloom into a saga of suspicion, secrets, and a staged scandal that taught them all a lesson in trust and privacy.

Let me set the scene: it’s me, my husband Mark, his mom Evelyn, and his brother Alex. We’re your average family, I guess, but things have been a bit tense lately.

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African American happy family is enjoying in living room | Source: Getty Images

We just celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary. It was supposed to be a happy day, just me and Mark at home, reminiscing and enjoying each other’s company. But then Evelyn showed up with a gift that changed everything.

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African american couple sitting on couch, using cellphone | Source: Getty Images

She handed us this beautifully potted orchid, saying it was a rare species and a symbol of our growing love. Now, I know that sounds sweet and all, but with Evelyn, there’s always a catch. Our relationship has been… well, let’s just say complicated.

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Pink orchid plant and ornaments in room | Source: Getty Images

I’m a housewife, and I love it, but Evelyn has never really approved of me not having a career. Mark works a lot, and sometimes I feel like Evelyn thinks I’m just lounging around at home all day. She’s the type to call me out of the blue or drop by unannounced, and it always feels like she’s checking up on me, making sure I’m not just wasting my life or her son’s time. So, her giving me this orchid out of the blue? It felt off, like she was up to something more than just a kind gesture.

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Mixed Race woman looking sideways | Source: Getty Images

The orchid was gorgeous, no doubt about it. It’s taken a place of pride in our living room, and I can’t deny it’s added a certain elegance to the space. But every time I look at it, I can’t help but wonder about Evelyn’s real intentions. It’s like this beautiful plant has become a symbol of the tension between us.

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Woman spraying water on blooming orchid on window sill. Girl taking care of home plants and flowers | Source: Getty Images

Mark thought I was reading too much into it, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. Ever since that orchid arrived, things have felt different. It was like there was an unspoken strain in the air, and I wasn’t sure how to deal with it. Evelyn’s past behavior didn’t help either. Her “drop-ins” and calls always made me feel like I was under surveillance, and now with this gift, it was like those feelings were magnified.

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Portrait of senior woman in hallway of home | Source: Getty Images

I didn’t know, maybe I was overthinking it, but something about this whole situation just didn’t sit right with me.

The orchid has become more than just a decoration in our home. It was like it was watching us, symbolizing not just our marriage but the growing unease between Evelyn and me. Mark and I have been feeling this weird tension, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

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Angry African American couple standing back to back | Source: Getty Images

Well, my instincts were right. The other day, while I was dusting around the living room, I noticed something odd about the orchid. There was a tiny, almost invisible, lens hidden among the flowers. I took a closer look, and my heart dropped. It was a camera lens. Evelyn had been spying on us all this time!

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Photographic aperture | Source: Getty Images

I was in shock. I confronted Mark with the discovery, and he was as appalled as I was. We couldn’t believe that his mother would go to such lengths to invade our privacy. It felt like a betrayal, not just to me, but to our family.

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Shocked black couple in kitchen having financial problems, doing family budget calculations | Source: Getty Images

After the initial shock wore off, we started to think. We were angry, yes, but we also knew we had a chance to turn this around. Instead of confronting Evelyn right away, we came up with a plan to teach her a lesson about respect and boundaries.

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Close-up portrait of friends against red wall | Source: Getty Images

We decided to stage scenes in front of the camera, knowing Evelyn was watching. Mark’s brother, Alex, was in town, and he agreed to help us out. He’s always been a good sport and understood why we needed to do this. We started with harmless stuff, like pretending to argue over silly things or staging romantic dinners with exaggerated affection, just to see how Evelyn would react.

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Happy black couple talking during morning at home | Source: Getty Images

But we knew we needed something big, a real showstopper, to make our point clear. So, we plotted a scene that would make Evelyn think she had caught us in a scandalous situation. We were going to make it look like I was having an affair with Alex. It sounds crazy, I know, but we were desperate to show her how invasive and wrong her spying was.

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Shot of a young couple standing together and sharing an intimate moment at home | Source: Getty Images

The night of the dinner, everyone was there: Mark, me, Evelyn, Alex, and a few other relatives. The atmosphere was tense, at least for us, knowing what was about to unfold. Evelyn seemed unusually smug, which made my stomach churn, but I kept my cool.

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Senior woman using smartphone in living room of suburban home | Source: Getty Images

Halfway through the dinner, Evelyn couldn’t hold back her triumph any longer. She announced that she had something to show everyone. My heart raced as she connected her laptop to the TV, playing the video she had recorded through the orchid’s hidden camera.

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Senior woman paying bills with laptop and smartphone at home | Source: Getty Images

The footage started with me calling Alex, making it seem like we were planning a secret rendezvous while Mark was at work. Our conversation was ambiguous, hinting at something more, and then it showed Alex arriving at our house, and both of us disappearing out of the camera’s view.

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Young couple cooking at home and celebrating Saint Valentine | Source: Getty Images

You could have heard a pin drop as the video played. Evelyn was practically gloating, thinking she had caught us in an affair. The looks of shock and disbelief on everyone’s faces were painful, but Mark and I held onto each other, ready for the grand finale.

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Distraught military veteran talks with counselor | Source: Getty Images

After the incriminating part ended, I stood up, my heart pounding. I calmly walked to the TV, flash drive in hand, and replaced Evelyn’s laptop with mine. I hit play, and the room watched the rest of the footage. There we were, Alex and I, standing next to the TV in the video, laughing and clearly setting up the scene, with a romantic comedy playing in the background to provide the love confessions heard in Evelyn’s video.

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Shot of a happy young couple watching tv together at home | Source: Getty Images

Silence filled the room as everyone processed what they were seeing. I turned to Evelyn and said, “We knew about the camera. This was all staged to show you how it feels to have your privacy invaded.”

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Self assured proud African American woman has blonde hairstyle satisfied with her own high achievements, points with two hands at herself, or at a t-shirt for printing, isolated over pink background | Source: Getty Images

Evelyn’s face went from triumphant to mortified in seconds. The realization of her actions and their repercussions hit her hard. She tried to stammer out an apology, but the damage was done. The family was in shock, not just at our staged act, but at the lengths Evelyn had gone to spy on us.

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Portrait of woman (60yrs) sitting on couch at home | Source: Getty Images

After the video was shown, Evelyn was visibly shaken. She looked like she had been hit by a truck of reality. Before she left the gathering, she managed to apologize. Her words were few, but I could tell they were heavy with regret. She whispered a sorry to us, especially to Mark and me, acknowledging the breach of trust her actions had caused. It was a humbling moment for everyone.

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Portrait of a beautiful mixed race senior woman in her home | Source: Getty Images

In the days that followed, there was an unspoken tension in the air. However, something unexpected happened; the incident opened up a new channel of communication within our family. Mark and I had long discussions about our boundaries, privacy, and how we want to move forward. We agreed that while what Evelyn did was unacceptable, it was a wake-up call for all of us to respect each other’s space and privacy.

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Angry young couple sit on couch in living room having family fight | Source: Getty Images

Evelyn reached out to us a few days later. She wanted to talk. It was a difficult conversation, full of awkward pauses and emotional apologies. But it was necessary. She admitted to her fear of losing her son and her misconceptions about me. It was clear that this incident, as painful as it was, sparked a significant change in her.

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Senior couple has serious discussion about home finances | Source: Getty Images

As for the family dynamics, they have surprisingly improved. This ordeal, while initially causing a rift, eventually led to a stronger bond between us. We’ve had family meetings to clear the air and set new boundaries that everyone respects. It’s like we all grew from this experience, learning the importance of trust and privacy.

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Young mixed race couple talking in coffee shop | Source: Getty Images

Mark and I, in particular, have become a stronger unit. This situation tested our relationship, but we came out of it more united. We realized the importance of standing together, not just as a couple but as partners in everything that life throws our way.

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Portrait of Young Couple Outdoors | Source: Getty Images

Evelyn has been more mindful of her actions. She’s learning to trust us and respect our space, and I can see a genuine effort on her part to mend our relationship. It’s a slow process, but it’s happening, and that’s what matters.

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Senior African-American woman looking through window | Source: Getty Images

In conclusion, what started as a suspicious gift turned into a lesson in boundaries, trust, and family dynamics for all of us. It’s been a rollercoaster of emotions, but I believe we’re heading towards a better understanding of each other.

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