When it was time to lower the coffin into the grave, the men approached, grabbed the handles – and suddenly…

— One, two, three! — one of them commanded.

The coffin barely moved.

— Again! — he said. — One, two, three!

They strained, groaned, panted – but could not lift it. It seemed filled with stones.

— What the…? — muttered one of the pallbearers, wiping his brow. — It weighs as if three people were inside!

The men exchanged glances. Around them, tense silence. Some guests were already whispering:

— This isn’t normal…

— Has this happened before?

— No, never.

One of the funeral workers said quietly: