My Wife Killed Her Parents

Remembering how Melvin and Sharon treated me like their own son, even better than they treated their biological daughter, I used my life savings to buy them a peaceful plot at a cemetery on the outskirts of town.

I personally chose the headstone, which was engraved with their names and featured photos of them smiling their brightest smiles.

I had Felix notify all of Vivian's immediate and extended family to come to see them off one last time.

Before the funeral began, I was adjusting the sound system to play the funeral music. Suddenly, there was a harsh whistle, followed by the sound of dogs barking, growing closer and closer.

Tyler appeared wearing a gaudy designer outfit, leading several large dogs on leashes as he swaggered over.

Vivian, heavily made up, followed behind him with a gleeful, malicious smile on her face.

"Oh wow, this is so serious! How boring!" Tyler said in a mocking tone, drawing glares from several relatives.

He did not care at all and unclipped the leashes from his hand. "Go on, babies!"

The dogs, freed from their restraints, immediately went wild in the small cemetery, running amok. They dug at the freshly turned soil with their paws, chased and tore apart the flowers, and wrestled on the ground, turning the scene into complete chaos.

"Tyler! Stop it!" I roared at him to control his dogs.

He just smirked and shrugged. "Oh come on, Ezekiel, don't be so uptight! The dogs are just being playful. They want to get close to your parents!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a massive dog lifted its hind leg and took a long, satisfying piss right on the brand-new headstone. The yellow liquid ran down the black marble surface, and Sharon's kind, smiling face in the photo became utterly defiled.

Another dog even took a massive, steaming dump right in front of the grave, and the stench immediately spread through the air.

Several older relatives were so furious they almost fainted on the spot.

I was about to rush over to stop it when Vivian blocked my way. She looked at the disgusting scene and, instead of stopping it, burst into laughter.

"Tyler, your dogs are so smart. They even know how to pay respects at a funeral. They're even bringing 'gifts'! Way more thoughtful than some ungrateful people!"

Her words were clearly aimed at mocking me.

In the chaos, the largest dog suddenly rammed into the stone platform holding the urns.

Two loud bangs echoed as the two heavy urns fell to the ground. The lids shattered open from the impact, and the ashes spilled everywhere, scattering in the wind.

In an instant, the mad dogs trampled all over them with their paws.

Watching this devastating scene, Vivian actually applauded. "See, that's more like it! That's what I call returning to nature! They were just two old farmers who scraped by off the land anyway. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Getting mixed with dog waste and buried into the ground like this is real natural burial!"

Just then, there was a commotion behind us.

Vivian's uncles, aunts, and extended relatives from her hometown, dozens of them, finally arrived. They stood frozen in shock as they saw the cemetery turned into a disaster zone.

Broken urns lay open on the ground, ashes scattered everywhere, and the entire site was destroyed.

Felix, a rugged man in his 50s, trembled with rage. He pointed at the headstone stained with dog urine and shouted at Vivian with a shaking voice.

"Vivian, have you lost your mind?! What are you doing to your own parents' graves?!"