my folding knife

I do not know why I was in hated by my family. even my father's mother's sister also hates me. I do not even have any friends. until one morning when I finished showering I walked into the living room. all my family members crying calling my name. This minimally strange to me "what happened here?" I said. I was closer to them. and I saw my body lying in a coffin wrapped in a neat suit. ahhh ... I just remembered yesterday I had my own wrenching neck with my favorite folding knife ....