Night and day ghosts narratives, by Eduardo Galeano

A woman and a man celebrate in Buenos Aires their thirtieth wedding anniversary. They invite other spouses from that era, people they haven't seen for ages. And on the yellowed and embroidered wedding cloth, everyone ate, laughed, and drank fine wine. The guests play a game of how long ago they died. They wonder among themselves: how many years ago did you die? No, no, some say to each other: twenty years, you are younger than your age. You have been dead for twenty-five years. And so, one of them told me, in the magazine, this story about aging and the revenge that happened in his house last night. I finished listening to him when the phone rang.