Cursed Mortician Sister Go Starve With Your Clean Hands

At my younger brother’s engagement party, his fiancée pointed at me and screamed that I was a walking curse.

She despised me for being a mortician, claiming the stench of corpses clung to me and brought bad luck to her party.

When my relatives shoved me out of the private dining room, I desperately hoped my brother would stand up for me.

Instead, I heard his voice dripping with disgust:

"Having a sister with such a disgraceful job is humiliating enough."

"Thanks to all of you for stepping in. We couldn't let her bring that rotten luck around my fiancée and our unborn baby."