I reached into my coat, pulled out my cell phone, and immediately dialed 911.

“County emergency dispatch, what is the location of your emergency?” the dispatcher asked through the receiver.

“My name is Brian Cooper, and I am at Whispering Pines Cemetery where my wife was buried less than an hour ago,” I stated as clearly as my breathing permitted.

“My son insists he heard her speaking, her hands felt warm to the touch earlier today, and I have urgent reason to believe her passing was certified in error.”

The line fell silent for a few seconds before the woman spoke again in an alert tone.