When it was time to carry the coffin to the hearse, eight young men stepped forward to lift it.
They each took their place, bent down, and pulled — but it wouldn’t budge.
It was as if the coffin had been rooted to the ground. Veins strained, hands shook, faces turned red with effort — but the coffin refused to move.
An elderly man in the crowd whispered what many were already thinking: “She’s not ready to go.”
The air grew heavier. The rain continued. The shaman, standing nearby, stepped forward and gently said, “Open the coffin. She still has something to say.”
A Final Message
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