On Thanksgiving, My Father Dead for Three Years Said He'd Visit Me

The moment my father dropped dead of a heart attack, I didn't call 911. I'd just been laid off from a major tech company, and I desperately needed his eight-thousand-a-month pension to keep me alive. So I gritted my teeth, bought an oversized chest freezer, and stuffed his body inside. For three whole years, I got through the hard times on that pension, and I even found a new job.