The son had come to his mother’s funeral only for the inheritance, but when he bent down to say goodbye, he noticed a strange movement in the coffin 
The son stood by his mother’s coffin. Everything seemed to suggest he was overwhelmed with grief: moist eyes, slightly trembling hands. Relatives and neighbors gathered around watched him secretly and nodded with sympathy. No one suspected that inside him, it wasn’t sorrow, but cold calculation that ruled.
He had long since distanced himself from his mother. He only called her when he needed money — always finding an excuse: debt, a share in the business, problems at work. The mother trusted her only son, helped him, never suspecting that her kindness was being exploited. And one morning, the son received bad news about his mother — she had died suddenly and prematurely from a heart attack.
For the son, this was an opportunity, because after his mother, the business, the house, and the car would belong to him. There were no other heirs.
At the funeral, everyone was crying: women covered their faces with black scarves, men stood with serious expressions, wiping away tears. Only the son remained indifferent. But for appearances, to maintain the image of the “loving son,” he approached the coffin. He bent over his mother, feigned bitter sobs, and wiped away a nonexistent tear. People believed him, thinking he was truly mourning.
Inside, however, it was completely different. “Finally, your protection is over, now everything is mine,” he thought, and even smiled. To hide it, he leaned close to his mother’s face and whispered:
— Now your money is mine… greedy wretch.
He wanted to stand up and return to his place when suddenly he noticed a strange movement in the coffin and almost fell in horror Continuation in the first comment 
At first, it seemed like an optical illusion — a slight twitch of the hand or the folds of the clothing. But when his mother’s eyelids fluttered, his legs gave way.
The coffin seemed to come to life. The woman slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze was full of power. The onlookers gasped, some screamed, but no one could look away.
— So they didn’t lie to me… — her voice was quiet but clear. — You only want my money. Me… you hate me. I heard everything.
The son turned pale, gasped for breath, and staggered back, almost falling. It felt as if the ground had disappeared from beneath his feet. All eyes were on him, and the pretense had become meaningless.
It turned out the funeral had been staged. The doctors and the mother’s close ones knew about her “death.” She had survived the heart attack but decided to play a different game: to see how her son would behave.
And now the truth was revealed to everyone. The one who wanted to inherit her property was left empty-handed.
The tears were now real, but not from grief — from fear and shame.
