They brought it all the way to the altar, set it down, and simply walked away. The entire place fell into a deathly silence. One of my husband’s friends stepped forward and slowly lifted the lid.

I almost fainted when I saw that inside was…a pile of old photographs, handwritten letters, and a single sealed envelope resting atop them. For a second, I didn’t know what to think. The sight of a coffin at a wedding was unsettling enough, but to realize it was filled with personal keepsakes felt even more bizarre. My first instinct was to step back and let someone else deal with it. Yet the envelope bore my name in delicate script. Shaking, I reached in and picked it up. no