I went to my own funeral and saw someone else in the coffin wearing my face.
I woke up. Everyone said I died yesterday.
But I'm standing right here.
My wife wouldn't look at me. My kids screamed.
In the coffin was me. Identical. Dead.
Outside, I saw the other me walking with my family.
My wife holding his hand. My kids calling him Dad.
He walked into my house with my keys.
And locked the door.
Now he's living MY life.
And nobody believes I exist.
AITA for trying to prove I'm the real