The weather that day matched the mood: gray skies, damp air, and a light breeze swaying the trees in the cemetery. Everything seemed ordinary, like at other funerals – until eight men had to lift the coffin.

It looked luxurious – dark wood, polished to a shine, massive handles. Inside lay the young woman. Her death was a shock to everyone who knew her: beautiful, intelligent, and kind-hearted.

She was only twenty-two. Officially – an accident. But rumors varied. Some said they saw her crying the day before, others that she had threatened someone. No one knew for sure. The family insisted on a quick farewell.

When it was time to lower the coffin into the grave, the men approached, grabbed the handles – and suddenly…

— One, two, three! — one of them commanded.

The coffin barely moved.

— Again! — he said. — One, two, three!

They strained, groaned, panted – but could not lift it. It seemed filled with stones.

— What the…? — muttered one of the pallbearers, wiping his brow. — It weighs as if three people were inside!

The men exchanged glances. Around them, tense silence. Some guests were already whispering:

— This isn’t normal…

— Has this happened before?

— No, never.

One of the funeral workers said quietly:

— I’ve carried dozens of coffins. Even men’s. But this heavy – never. It… shouldn’t weigh this much.

Then the girl’s mother, dressed entirely in black, with a cold, anguished face, stepped forward. She looked at the men, then at the coffin.

— Open it, — she said sharply, without hesitation.

— Are you sure? — tried a funeral worker to object.

— I said – open it.

The workers exchanged glances and silently obeyed. They unscrewed the screws and slightly lifted the lid.

What they saw inside froze them with horror 

The girl lay calmly – in a light dress, with flowers in her hands. Her face was peaceful. Everything as it should be. But the inner sides – higher than usual. Under the thin covering – a bulge. One of the men carefully lifted the inner insert.

At that moment, everyone recoiled.

Inside, in a hidden compartment, wrapped in black plastic… lay a man’s body. Middle-aged, apparently, with a tattoo on the neck and marks. The face had begun decomposing, but the features were still recognizable. Sharp, chemical smell.

One of the funeral workers stepped back:

— Lord… there… a corpse!

— This… this is no longer a “double bottom.” This… is a crime, — someone exhaled.

The girl’s mother lowered her head.

— I don’t know who this is. He… shouldn’t be there.

The workers turned pale.

— Impossible. We received the body sealed. Everything was closed…

— Who organized the coffin delivery? — sharply asked one of the men.

— Private company. Through a middleman. The order came electronically. Full payment in cash.

Pause.

Someone took out a phone and called the police.

Later, at the police station, it became clear: the man found in the coffin was a former accountant of a construction company, missing for several days.

The company is under investigation for theft, money laundering, and fake contracts. According to sources, this man was preparing a dossier for the prosecution. Then – disappeared.

The investigation will reveal: a fake funeral company, obtained with forged documents, received the order for “technical delivery” of a sealed coffin.

The real girl was buried – yes. But under her, taking advantage of her real funeral, they hid the body of a man who could have become a key witness.

Only one trace remained – on the plastic wrapping of the second body was a partial glove print. That was enough to start the investigation.

The girl’s mother insisted until the end: she knew nothing. And it was easy to believe – she had barely recovered from her daughter’s death.

But someone exploited this grief, this confusion… and decided that the best place to hide the evidence was where no one would dig – in the grave under another body.