The bride died right in the middle of the wedding and was taken to the morgue, but a morgue attendant noticed
something strange: the bride had rosy cheeks like a living person, and her heart was beating
Then something happened that filled everyone with horror
In the morning, an ambulance pulled up to the building. The siren abruptly went silent, and cars decorated with white ribbons and flowers drove into the
courtyard. A real wedding procession stopped at the entrance to the morgue.
People in formal clothes stood there in confusion; some were crying, others simply stared into space.

The bride was carried in on a stretcher.
She was wearing a lace dress, her hair carefully styled. The bouquet still rested on her chest. The groom walked beside her. He was not shouting or
sobbing. He looked at her as if everything happening was a mistake.
The attendant watched from the corridor.
She had only recently started working at the morgue. At first, she was afraid; at night she dreamed of corridors and cold walls. Once, the chief doctor had told her:
_ You shouldn’t be afraid of the dead.
The dangerous ones are those who walk around and smile.
Since then, she had treated