Live crying grave, I donated billions of inheritance after the scum regret crazy

The seventh day after my death, my "funeral" felt more like a wild party.

My mother-in-law, Brenda, was in a garish red dress, prancing around my memorial picture, dancing a grotesque jig.

My husband, Liam Miller, had his arms wrapped around his new flame, Amber Reed, kissing her openly and announcing their wedding for next month.

He even picked up a glass of champagne, splashing it on my urn, and laughed.

"Chloe Davis, you menace are finally gone! But don't worry, your billions? I'll spend them for you!"

Even the guests chuckled, scoffing about how valuable my death had been.