Chapter 22 - THE FUNERAL VIDEO
Years later, the clip from Sofia’s funeral leaked.
Vanessa:
“Where is she?”
Me:
“In the coffin.”
Then my phone.
Then:
“Bury Sofia first…”
It went viral.
I hated every second.
People made edits.
Music.
Captions.
“Savage mother destroys cheating husband.”
They turned my daughter’s funeral into entertainment.
My attorneys sent takedowns where possible.
Impossible everywhere.
I gave one public statement:
“The video shows the worst morning of my life. Please stop using my daughter’s funeral as revenge content.”
Some stopped.
Many didn’t.
I learned the internet does not confuse consent with access.
The original funeral recording had been made by the church for family members who could not attend.
I asked them to delete public-access copies.
They did.
My own phone video remained evidence.
I sealed Sofia’s personal footage through court where possible.
The slap video remained part of public trial record in limited form.
I could not erase law.
But I could refuse to monetize it.
No documentary.
No memoir then.
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No speaking tour.
Grief did not owe a business model.
