MI HERMANO ME SUPLICABA DESDE SU ATAUD / RELATOS DE FUNERALES Y ENTIERROS / L.C.E.

0:01 Funerals. It' s that moment when surely none of us want to be. But, however, we have to be in those worst moments, at the time when we give that last farewell to our relative, to our friend or simply to that person we respect and also want. Many people believe that in the funerals still in the soul of this person there are different beliefs, different religions, different cultures, that it is said that, after having passed away, the person can stay days or weeks on earth, visiting their relatives or simply doing things that were lacking in life. Whatever belief you have.

1:02 We cannot deny that funerals and funerals have a certain aura apart from sadness also of mysticism, for there are few accounts of people close to the deceased in which they live at that precise moment facts that cannot be explained, Just as it happened to this brother who for his sadness was giving his last farewell to his little brother, and this little brother asked him, begged him from his coffin and it seemed that only he could hear him, He repeated to him again and again that he would help him, that he would help him before burying him. His story is next hula. Greetings Alex to You and your entire audience. I' m going to compare my experience. This happened when I was twelve, but I want everything to remain anonymous, please, as this experience is very personal to me and I would not want the real names to come out. So it turns out that I had a younger brother who, because of fate, passed away almost fifteen years ago, when he was eight. I was at that time twelve. As you know, I was too young to assimilate my brother' s departure. Obviously, it hurt and

2:37 I had to go even with psychologists, since we were so attached so much so we shared the same room. You will understand that, after being next to one person and day to day, not having her in your life is very heartbreaking, but I don' t want to talk to you about that, but more specifically, about what happened when we were watching him at his funeral. Passe Turns out, like all family members, I was wrecked. I was crying at times and at other times I was controlling myself, but it turns out that among all the whispers, among all the people who were there family, uncles, cousins friends, I began to hear a voice that came from my brother' s coffin. That voice I knew was my brother ' s voice. I remember that very well. He called me by my name, repeated my name over and over again and told me to take it out. He repeated me many times. Please get me out, it' s very dark here. I was twelve years old and I assure you that none of that was making up my head. I approached the coffin several times to corroborate what I was hearing, but I only saw my brother lying down without making a single noise. As soon as I was leaving, I heard his voice calling me to see him again. I always kept repeating the same

4:09 thing here is very dark. Bring me my lamp Bring me my lamp I couldn' t assimilate that. I even told my mother and she told me that it was best for me to come out than breathe fresh air and that if this was very painful, that I could go back to the house. I didn' t know what to do back then. This was not the work of my mind, as I outside did not listen to my brother' s laments or that he was calling me. It was only a matter of opening that door, of being in the same place with the coffin in front when he began to hear his voice calling me over and over again. That was the last time I went into that room that called me and this time he said something different to me. Brother. Bring my lamp is under my bed in the treasure chest. At that time I remember that my brother had a treasure chest, a plastic trunk, of course, but I hadn' t seen it recently. To make you honest, his stuff was his stuff.

5:18 I wasn' t messing with them, as he was playing by himself, as I had other things to do. When my mother took me home, since I didn' t want him to be in the cemetery, I took advantage of it and went up to my brother' s room, which was also mine. Unfortunately, my mother had already started taking everything out, she already had it in another room. I asked Mom, you saw a trunk, my brother' s trunk. She said no, but all her toys were in that room, which she was storing. I went to his bed and checked under it to Alex The trunk was there. There I took it, opened it, and a glove- shaped lamp was in there.

6:10 My brother has always been a big fan of SpongeBob, so much so that most of his toys are from this children' s show SpongeBob, Patricio Arenita and all the different articles that come out in the series had them. My brother had a chapter where a glove- shaped flashlight comes out. My father had bought it from him and it was on and off. I took it and went immediately with my mother to beg her, to beg her, please, to take me to the cemetery that wanted to take this to my brother. I don' t know how things were, but in the end, if it took me I remember very well that entering the cemetery when they were already about to descend it among the whole crowd, when I was getting closer, I kept listening to his voice. I kept repeating my name again and again that, please, I brought the flashlight. I went and begged my father to please open the glass that I had to give him something. I don' t know if it was because I felt sorry or maybe because I made a lot of trouble. At the end of the day, I was allowed to. They opened the glass quickly, I left the flashlight beside him and finally descended the coffin They covered it with dirt, but my brother' s voice no longer resonated, I no longer listened to him. Finally, my brother had kept silent as he grew up. Many people, hearing my

7:45 story, say that I probably had some crisis I imagined listening to my brother ' s voice, but what many cannot explain is like this voice that I supposedly imagined, it could give me to detail very specifically where that flashlight was in his room. Like I said before, his stuff was his stuff. No one had that information, neither me nor my parents. And it is precisely because of the latter that I am quite certain that what I heard was not something invented by my mind. I believe fervently that my brother was telling me this from the taúd. A lot happens by coincidence. By coincidence we have saved ourselves or seen things that even for other eyes or for most people could be extraordinary sometimes inexplicable facts. As amazing as they happen in front of one and one did not even notice it, as happened to him by this grandfather, who, because of time, because of the day, had to be delayed and with his horse, who was riding on that far road of the village, found that a burial was taking place in the cemetery. Little

9:18 did he know that what he was seeing would really be paranormal, that souls can still interact with us and that he lived it that night, but he just didn' t realize this. Your story is next hello. My name is Anabel Martinez. I greet the entire audience of the crypt and also the narrator. On this occasion I want to share with you my paranormal experience, which, more than anything, is the experience of my grandfather who, in peace, rests. He told us this story one weekend when we went to his house. My grandfather is one of those ranch people, he' s very stubborn and he' s always liked his life so lonely. You see at that time, when this happened to him, he lived absolutely alone my grandmother. By this time all his children had already passed away, including my father, who was also his son, They were already married and everyone had taken their course, of course they were on the lookout for him, but they had lives in other cities, families jobs so they could come see him from time to time and from time to time. I' m talking about months and also calling him every three days, every two days. The old man was already alone in his house and even though my father told him to

10:52 come and live with us, we were his closest relatives. He never wanted to. They had more children to work for, a thousand pas to work for. He had a huge house with different rooms for his children who were now empty, but he liked to live that way. Every weekend we went with him so he wouldn' t feel alone. And it was on these weekends that one afternoon at night, on Saturday, we were outside his house roasting the OTEs. When he suddenly gets serious and tells me, my sister, my father and my mother that he had a story to tell us, which had just happened days ago, PASSY turns out he' s not sure.

11:41 But it was perhaps a Sunday or a Monday day, He was already about to return, when on that note he is missing cattle. To be more specific, a pig and a sheep. He gets on his horse and goes on his way looking for them, as either the corral where he had them had fallen some woods and probably these animals had gone out there. He ' s got them retired with some boys who help him keep an eye on them, but they haven' t come yet. My grandfather spent hours searching for them until the boys arrived and helped him too. This delayed him so much that he was returning home later. But now at night on the way to the house, he has to pass through the municipal cemetery, a cemetery that is far from the village and other localities or houses. He too, when he was passing by, notes that there are a lot of people inside the cemetery. The cemetery is like downhill, The road is on high ground, so at a certain distance, maybe a few ten meters between the cemetery fence and the and the s road, you can perfectly see the whole cemetery from above or almost everything, and you see that there are many people surrounded in one place. And what he thinks is good, because they' re

13:16 probably burying someone My grandfather knows very well. It' s a lot, but a lot of respect for what you keep quiet about. He keeps walking with his horse until he realizes something else, and there are two silhouettes between the tombs. Playing games draws his attention. This turns and sees and realizes that they are children and these children he recognizes immediately. These are two twin brothers belonging to a lady named Florence. The children, when they see him, call him don hiera, don hiera and begin to greet him with their hand. As I say. My grandfather knows that burials, funerals are times when one has to keep quiet out of respect for the person who has just died and the relatives, so in a very low tone, he says goodbye boys. He knew them. It was strange to him that Florence had taken them to a funeral, considering that these children were only seven years old.

14:28 My grandfather' s on his way, but he can' t help but think about who died. In the nearby town. They all knew each other equally. It is not strange to him that they have not told him, for he is very secretive. My grandfather' s house, which gives a few miles away from the village, so Neighbors has not even relatively close. He lives alone, absolutely alone in a radius of land. In front of his house. There is only the road through which the days pass and on one occasion, when he was returning this time and still with the sun on his side, he decides to stop with the graveyard keeper, to whom he was the son of a friend of his greets him and greets him. Start talking and my grandfather among all the talk asks him listen and you don' t know who was the one who died. I think she' s a relative of Florence, since I saw the kids out there. It wouldn' t have been her husband. And my grandfather deduces this clearly, because the children were there and he must have been a close relative so that Doña Florence would have decided to take them to the cemetery. This boy who looked after the cemetery tells him how he said he saw the children of Florence Doña.

15:58 My grandfather tells him that, yes, I saw them playing between the graves. This boy sees him in amazement and tells him to see Donjera. That can' t be, because the burial of those two children was on that very day. Doña Florencia was here, but burying her two children, there was an accident in the village and those two children lost their lives. Doña Florencia was inconsolable. As he entered the cemetery, he could hear the screams he gave. They were her only two children and her husband too were completely destroyed. My grandfather at the time tells you how not to. I saw the twins there were and the boy, not don hierar, repeats. Those kids were the same ones we buried. My grandfather at the time doesn' t believe the words the boy is saying to him. From what my grandfather tells you, give me a chance to enter the cemetery. I want to see it with my own eyes. The boy says yes and they both come in. The two walk through these tombstones and meet those two tombs that, in effect, had the same names as those children. The years of life and the photographs on both tombstones, my grandfather, without realizing it, greeted

17:33 him innocently that night he was riding, completely ignoring that those two children were saying the last goodbye to him as good friends they were, since my grandfather, although he did not go much to the village, every time he went and saw them playing with them. They were two children who were very loving and without knowing it, my grandfather said goodbye to them at their funeral. Security guards, as we have said before, have many interesting things to tell, especially those who are guards of a house, of a family, as custodians cleaning employees. Many of these workers, and it is not new, tend to form a bond with the people who live there because the venadian interacts with Plastican. Obviously, you can say that they even become very close friends between the owner of the house and the employee. This can be seen reflected in several accounts, as in this one, where Grandpa was being given farewell and he, like every night, continued to do the same. This guard says that grandfather was not at his funeral, that grandfather, instead, was in a place he liked very much in life and that from that place he

19:03 kept calling him. He kept calling him like that friend he' d always been. Even after his death. Your story is next hello. Good night. My name is Gustavo Linares. The experience I want to tell you happened to me when I was working as a security guard in a company, because it was quite quoted. Here on the capes. The family that had hired this company wanted very reliable security guards and that, above all, almost never made them. I asked that the guards sent here be trusted and always be the same. This family was a wealthy family. Your house was too big to say. It was the main house and two others, we could say small houses they had in their yard. One of those houses was reserved for both games, meetings and other rooms that were customized by family members. The other house was like a simple house, it had san dining kitchen, but it was a little more rustic, it was like a cabin. The house where they lived was much larger and what was in the center was a swimming

20:37 pool. Upon arriving there we were given the order to monitor very well those two houses that were in this same land. Most of all, because years ago they had gone in and stolen those two houses. The main house where the whole family slept, no, since it is always had security and cameras also, but those two who only had it for leisure and meetings from time to time, for the truth did not have them so securely. But since we were hired, we obviously had to make rondines. We have to check room by room, as the family had given us some very strict instructions.

21:27 On their part, however, we had to abide by them equally with family members. This was that if one of the rooms, after 11: 30 p m, was with a light on, we had to go knock on the door and check who was inside the room. It didn' t matter if they were family members. This is because, on a regular basis, grandparents, parents, and family children, except on weekends, all lay down early, so they had to be sure that everyone would be in the main house. If someone was at the billiards, at the bar, in a kind of cinema they had there, they would come out of the room, they would tell us they would be there for a while longer and just so far you would just tell them to have a good night and you would record that only They wouldn' t get angry. In fact, they didn' t have to. They were the same rules they had. Put this in order to ensure that there were no other people who would have gotten involved and

23:00 were stealing that by the time I came in, I understand that it had already happened about five times, but that already months ago. But as you wish, we had to be on the lookout before telling them about my experience and I have to tell them that the grandfather of the family had a custom that always on Thursdays, usually stayed late inside his bar. This was Grandpa ' s leisure. He loved liquor, wine, tequila, cigars, cigarettes, and on Thursday he stayed late listening to music and enjoying different wines.

23:44 He' s only in that room. Usually, at 12: 30, he went out and went to the house. They greeted us and even though we knew this, we would always go and knock on the door, he would open us kindly and attend us. We would platicate even for a while and leave later. It also has to be said that sometimes he called us on the phone. We had a phone, a landline, and in this bar in the house there was also a landline, and that' s where Grandpa was talking to us. Usually, what he was doing was he was warning us in time that he was going to leave because of about 12: 30 or one in the morning, once we got this call. We weren ' t going to bother him anymore, we were doing the rondines, but we weren' t passing by anymore, it was like his way of saying don' t bother him. And this was always so clear until a fateful day when this grandfather finally passed away. And this experience occurs in his wake.

25:03 Everything I told you before will make sense in a few minutes. Assi it turns out that we were out there, obviously aware of the people who were coming in, as they were watching him in the living room of the house, in the main house, and even though there was a lot of movement in the front, we had to keep meeting the rondines to the other two small houses that were in the back. And that' s where I realized that the light in the room out the window was on. It was Grandpa' s bar room. What I thought at one point was that perhaps as it was his death, surely either the daughter, husband or grandchildren or perhaps one of his other children who was coming to the funeral for sure, he was there remembering, treasured everything that his father, grandfather, liked in life. I left it that way, but that did keep my eyes fixed at the entrance of the house, watching who came out. From there minutes passed, more minutes passed and even an hour and I saw that no one

26:33 left. What I could see was a shadow going from one side to the other, from one side to the other. Suddenly on the radio I got a call from my partner. He tells me he likes it, you think he can go to Grandpa' s bar room. I got a call, but no one' s answering me. I answer my partner, but no one answers you. There' s a person I can see out the window. I see a shadow walking. My partner replies that yes, he can hear the steps through the horn of someone who is walking down the carpet and the wooden floor, but who nobody answers him. This is very strange.

27:30 I had never been there, so immediately I knocked on the door first, because even under the door light leaks and I could see a shadow of feet moving away I knocked on the door one two three times, but I received no answer. I opened the door slowly and politely. I also said good night, good night, excuse me, but no one would answer me until I finally finished opening it and the bar room was completely empty, there was no way. It was a room only and the window had bars. The person I had seen until just a few seconds ago had disappeared. I contact again on the radio and tell my partner there' s no one. Honestly, I was surprised, too, like him, but it only took about three minutes that I had left that house. When the light turns on again and my partner calls me back that at that precise moment, even I also listen on the radio, they are calling and telling me. The number I see on the phone screen is the same as the house phone. It'

29:02 s the same one from the bar. There' s a person there and he' s marking me. He' s off the phone. You can hear the footsteps again. I run at that moment I open the door, the light is on, even though I had paid for it. The phone is not off the hook. In fact, it is as always, where no one had marked it. But despite that, I was still in communication with my partner and on the radio you could hear the bell very clearly. On this second occasion, when I opened the door, a smell of liquor and tobacco impressed me and this combination pains only used it. When the grandfather was inside, since he was the one who prepared everything, it was the typical smell of the grandfather and in case this was not enough, he could also smell his colony, that colony that had a strong smell, but elegant, very appropriate as his age. I repeat to my partner again. There ' s no one here. I' m seeing, the phone' s hanging up, nobody' s dialing you. The only thing he asks me back I' m looking at the house is I' m in, right.

30:37 I' ll say yes. He asks me you turned on the bar light and I say no. I told him I was going back to the booth and that we would only watch the house in the distance, at least during that night, as the funeral was taking place on the phone kept ringing and even though when I returned to the booth, I turned off the focus again. This one went back on in the minutes and even walked by the pool. When I turned around and again the light was on, the phone kept calling and every time we answered, no one would answer us. Only a few footsteps were heard walking down that carpet. Interestingly, the calls stopped when they gave the one- and- a- half, the same time Grandfather left the house. And that' s when we realized that the funeral was taking place on a Thursday day, the same day Grandpa stayed late in his canteen. Only that time at his funeral did we live this. He

32:09 went to the funeral once. The burial. The next night was lived with total normality. We didn' t get calls or the lights turned on even the next Thursday. Such seemed to be and as we say, at least among ourselves as companions, that the grandfather at his funeral spent it in the place where he had the best time, he spent it tasting his different pure wines, cigars, his different liquors that night that were watching him. Introverted people, or we might say to you in some cases are people who prefer to live apart from society. See not entirely being a hermit in a forest, but maintaining a certain barrier in what has become your home. Many people live in utter solitude, and it is not because they are imposed on them, but because many times these people want it. This is the case of an aunt whom this person relates was an aunt of those very lonely, who was never very close to the family, but who curiously had friends, friends who were not of this world. You could say that in his solitude he

33:45 attracted something, something that gave him the last goodbye at his funeral. The story is as follows. My name is Urie Lopez. The next experience happened when we buried an aunt of mine. This aunt was a very distant person from the family, because she herself loved him all her life. What I remember is that I was a very private person and the few times I went to family parties or to visit our own house, I always saw her with a face of few friends. I plattered with her, I related to her clearly, but we were never very close and she usually acted this way.

34:34 He had no friends and didn' t frequent family. My father was the one who lived most near her, for he sought her out, since the aunt at that time was already very old. I had, if not bad memory, some sixty- eight years practically and was a senior and lived alone in her apartment the times my father and my mother went to visit her, because most of the time they did not take us, since we were children at that time or teenagers. What are we going to do in that department to get bored. My father says he saw everything in the same place as always when the weeks, the months, the years passed, you could even see that things were getting dust, you moved, a lamp and you saw the shadow of the dust resting in that place. My parents thought I had a sad life, but yet she herself wanted it that way, a life without friends, no family, only her, so it is no surprise that at her funeral and burial there were only twelve people and these same twelve people were the family. Until I also said that he didn' t even attend in the middle of the family, but the closest ones, who were my parents and two other uncles of mine were there. It seems then that I

36:07 was eighteen, so I also went to the cemetery. What surprised me is that when we were entering with the coffin in that hole, in that space that my aunt already had, four women were waiting for us. These four women weren' t dressed. We could say it according to a funeral. His dress was a black pants with a white shirt. The hair of these four women was lazio. They brought him loose and wet, completely wet, wet and fell to his back and also by his shoulders. These four women saw us in the distance and once they arrived in the coffin, they fixed their eyes only on the coffin. It became strange to me, but I didn' t want to bother my parents, so I told my sister she ' s older than me. Hey and those people who they are, obviously, they weren' t family, so I' m asking you are your friends. It seemed strange to me. My sister doesn' t know what to answer. So he goes to my father and asks him," Hey, Dad, who are those people?" My father turns us around and tells us which people are just us. I' ll tell you right over

37:37 there. He turns around for a few seconds, comes back and tells us which people I only see the gravediggers and the priest. After he told us this, we said no more, because we also turned around and at that very moment, those four women and they are no longer us found had disappeared from one second to the next. We were confused and also scared, so we left this up there just to realize it. When we got in the car that our sister, another sister who also had older than me, asked us the same thing. All three of us had seen those four women, but they had disappeared out of nowhere. This doesn' t end here, as Auntie' s apartment was rented and obviously all the belongings she had had to be taken out. And that' s what my father was for.

38:43 I went too, as I needed to go to the furniture, the bed, the armchairs had to be moved and I, as a man, had to help my father down all that. My sisters were also, but they, more than anything, could see what they found in the apartment. They were very curious about how my aunt lived and why. Don' t say it. I went in too and the stories our parents told us were true. You could see dust, you could see it in some corners of the web, and you could see it in the frets that weren' t used.

39:24 Only one was the one I used every day. The glasses had dust, the dishes also only a glass, a plate, a covered and a skillet were the only ones that did not have. Obviously, as a sign that they were the ones who used their armchair where they sat. He was the only one who had no dust in the whole room. He did keep dust even on the couches. If you moved a pillow, you could see the time that had passed without that moeda mons moving. As I said earlier, this was not surprising, as she never married, never had children, and no friends met him. Right up to that point, the neighbors of the apartment across the street and neighbors, came immediately to see that they were taking out furniture. This more than anything to know what had happened. My father tells them that the person who lived there was his aunt and that he had died. Some neighbors already knew my father, as he was the only person who came during the day. Strangely, these neighbors did not share the same idea as my father that my aunt had no family or minimally friends.

40:51 They greeted her clearly when they went in the hallway, but they always, when they passed in front of the department, heard voices not only of her, but of more people, of women. They believed that if I didn ' t have friends, maybe I lived with some daughters, but that the daughters, surely like her, were very reserved, because as they passed through the front they always listened to whispers of conversation I was never in silence and on one occasion, a neighbor who came from a night schedule saw my aunt enter the apartment in the company of four other women, with wet hair and a dress that was in black pants and white shirt. Strangely, that person says it was the only time he saw those women come in. None of the neighbors saw another person go in there or at least one woman besides my aunt, never met who she was talking to every day. It was a mystery to them. What I want to believe Alex is that maybe my aunt, in her loneliness, didn' t find any friends, so to speak, flesh and blood. Maybe what he found was another kind of friend who

42:22 wasn' t entirely human. That was my story Thank you for hearing it. These two brothers, while not working in a funeral home, served in the funeral home and left flowers to all those people who were offering condolences to that special person who had just left for a better life. These florists say it was a surprise, a surprise that was not very pleasant and highly frightening, to know that the person who was leading us to distribute each of the flowers was the person they were watching. His story is as follows. My name is Christian González. This next experience happened to my brother. It could be said that it also happened to me, as I was present when all this happened, but my brother was the one who saw it all and told us terrified what I and other fellow florists went unnoticed. I work as a florist, just like my brother. My family works on this. We have taken flower arrangements, we make them and transport them to many events, weddings

43:57 fifteen years, Madrid proposals, demons, baptisms, farewells and also funerals. The case of funerals is a curious thing, since obviously you can' t get so normal, so to speak, unless I hire you the funeral home, but it often happens that you are hired by the same relatives, the people who are hurt. Sometimes when we arrive, we arrive before everyone arrives and there is a relative there waiting for us, who will tell us in which room he will be in and in which room to put the different arrangements.

44:42 There are other situations in which we arrive later and there are all relatives. This situation is the most uncomfortable, since you have to go carefully, you have to go in absolute silence and you have to walk among all the murmurs, the crying, all the people hurt by the departure of that deceased. This had happened to us on that occasion. We were going to a funeral and we went into the funeral and all the people were there. I was in the company of my brother and two other boys, who were our companions to leave all the flowers. First we went to the room and left the smallest arrangements, but also that there were many throughout that room. At the extremes, when we arrive regularly, there is already a person waiting for us, but there are times when there is no one. And it' s understandable, because maybe they' re watching their father, their grandfather.

45:50 A person is not on the lookout for flowers. But curiously, when we were rambling about where we would have to put the flas, a person approached us. He was a person in a very well ironed suit. The laura he conveyed was somewhat uncertain. I felt like I was flying a strange experience. I didn' t feel my feet and neither did my brother. According to him, we moved as if we were on autopilot following the instructions of that strange gentleman. He was a man, I think he was dating between the ages of fifty and sixty, so he wasn' t an old person who was telling us exactly where the arrangements went. We left them and once arrived in the room, where they had the coffin and where there was no more to conglomeration of people, it was a smaller room. There were some people and they looked crowded. The man, finally, told me and my brother to leave the two biggest arrangements, one at one end of the coffin and the other at the other end. I, as I was arranging other small arrangements in the room. My brother told me look at you beautiful, accommodate those. Don' t worry. I' ll go and put these

47:20 two in the coffin. After all, they are big arrangements, but not heavy ones. At that time, when I was settling everything, we lost sight of the other man we no longer saw him anywhere and, to make you honest, it was not something that worried me, because we had already done our job. When a gentleman touches me on my shoulder and I recognize him perfectly, he was the same man who had asked us to serve. He asks us what we were doing, what we had had trouble accommodating the flowers. I said no, a gentleman didn' t know. I' ve been giving indications of where to accommodate the flowers. This man was hurt, he could be opened in his face, his eyes were swollen and he thanked me. Then he left for those voices that were fleeing into the crowd.

48:17 I understood that the man was the son of whom they were watching. He was a young gentleman, possibly twenty- four or twenty- three years old, so I understood why he wasn' t on the lookout. They were watching their father. When at that I turn to see the room where the coffin was and see that my brother is coming fast. He tries to disguise it, but even attracts the attention of several people. He comes in, takes me by the wrist and pulls me. My brother takes me very hard. He' s shaking and he' s telling me please. Let ' s go. Let' s go? Let' s go? He repeats me over and over again. Let' s go. Let' s go. Let' s go. We got to the van and he was the first to get in something he barely did. The pilot' s seat was raised at the wheel, ready to start and leave quickly. I' ll stop him at that. I told him to wait for you what you ' re doing. We have to wait. We have not been filled in the form and we have to make sure that the same arrangements we were asked for were the ones we delivered to the funeral home, as these arrangements were to be transported by the funeral home to the cemetery, where the body was to be buried. We had to come back in a few hours to count the arrangements and be delivered. My brother told me I' m not going

49:49 back and once we got to the flower shop, I and the other two companions we had were very confused. We asked him joel tell us what' s wrong with you, why you got like this from one minute to the next, what you saw joel looking at the wheel repeats over and over again until finally he explains to us the man who led us through the funeral, the one who was telling us where we had to put the flowers to the four of us. I saw him inside the coffin. I went and put an arrangement at one end of the coffin where it was closed. But when I was put the other one, on the other side where they had it open, where people were passing by and saying goodbye there I saw it lying down. It was the same person they were doing their funeral to. He was there with the same clothes, the same face in on. That' s when he turned around and told me Christian that you don' t understand, we were led by a dead man. I must admit that at that moment a huge fear seized me as the hours passed and knowing that we had to return, my brother did not. He didn' t want to do

51:22 it and there was no way to force him. We came back and, fortunately, people already found us. Most were outside boarding the cars and when we went and were picking up the arrangements, none of my colleagues wanted to enter the room where the coffin was. There he was still and with one of the doors open, I walked in, but I stopped. I wouldn ' t want to make the arrangements, I didn' t want to see inside the coffin. I knew my look was gonna fool me. That' s why I held back. Ha ha until, luckily, the funeral attendants made an act of presence, went for the coffin, closed it and took it away only like this. I went in for those two arrangements and we went and handed them over to the funeral home. We fill out the forms, the signatures on the papers, and we retire. From there. I believe in my brother' s words and I think that' s why I didn' t want to look out. I didn' t want to be burdened with that trauma of seeing that body and knowing that minutes earlier I was the same man who was leading me around my brother' s funeral home.

52:44 After this, it was very difficult for him to return to the service of a wake.