Police Pulled Over a Speeding Hearse — What They Found in the Coffin Left Everyone Speechless (2 of 3)

He flipped on his siren.
“Unit 12. Suspect vehicle — black hearse, speeding eastbound. Initiating pursuit.”

If he expected the driver to slow down, he was mistaken. The hearse surged ahead, swerving between lanes, nearly grazing the guardrail on a curve. Mark kept his distance but didn’t let up. For five tense minutes, the bizarre chase continued — a funeral car behaving like a getaway vehicle.

Finally, the driver must have realized he couldn’t outrun a patrol cruiser. The hearse slowed, drifted to the shoulder, and rolled to a stop. The driver’s door swung open, and out stepped a tall man in a black suit, his face shiny with sweat and framed by an awkward grin.

“Afternoon, officer!” he chirped, his tone just a touch too cheerful.
“I—uh—sorry about the speed. I’m late for a funeral. Very urgent. Family’s waiting. Important day…”

Mark studied him. “Who’s in the back?”
The man hesitated. “Uh… my uncle. No, wait… my mother-in-law. I mean… my niece.” His laugh was thin, nervous, and his eyes kept skittering away.

“You said ‘uncle’ first,” Mark noted.
“Slip of the tongue! Long day.”

Mark nodded toward the rear. “Open it.”

The man’s forced smile faltered. “Officer, there’s a body back there. I don’t think—”
“Open it,” Mark repeated.

Backed into a corner, the driver sighed, walked to the rear of the hearse, and lifted the hatch. Inside lay a polished coffin, the kind you’d expect to see at a dignified service. Mark gestured for him to go further. Slowly, the lid creaked open.

No body. No silk lining. No flowers. Instead — rows upon rows of sealed plastic containers, all tightly wrapped in black plastic and layers of tape. The air was thick with a sharp, chemical tang.

Mark’s pulse kicked up. He didn’t need a lab test to know what this was.