At My Father-in-Law’s Funeral, My 4-Year-Old Crawled Under the Table — What He Whispered Next Made My Blood Run Cold The funeral reception was held in an elegant restaurant, filled with soft music, hushed voices, and the heavy air of grief. My husband Arthur was surrounded by relatives, while our son Ben darted around with his usual boundless energy. I excused myself for a moment to the restroom, trusting Arthur to watch him. But when I returned, my heart dropped—Ben was gone. “Arthur,” I whispe