She rolled her eyes and said, "Not to be blunt, but your son is a real piece of work. He didn't even hold a funeral for you. After you died, he just had you cremated, and to this day, he hasn't even come to pick up your ashes."
The Ghost Old Lady's face grew even paler as she muttered incessantly, "Impossible. That's impossible."
Though she claimed it was impossible, deep down, she knew it was highly likely to be true. Ever since she had given all her pension to her son as a start-up fund for his business, he had grown increasingly cold toward her. He hadn't been back to see her in three years, and phone calls were few and far between.
