Wilmer

Quite a crowd had gathered at the cemetery. A funeral march was playing, tears flowed freely, and gentlemen offered handkerchiefs to ladies. Everything was in keeping with the finest funeral traditions.
A couple of days ago, under circumstances so terrible it's scary to even talk about them, you died. Your body was so mutilated that the coffin was never opened.
Those around you took the news hard. You were a man of some stature—a businessman, quite wealthy. In life, surrounded by fame, women, and money. That's what people thought. It was a mask the FBI had created for you. In reality, you were working as a special-affairs agent. Secret research, negotiations, operations. That's where the money came from. No one knew about this identity except fellow agents like you.
They began to bury the coffin. Your relatives approached the hole to throw the first handfuls of earth—an old tradition. Theater. Many people here weren't so close to you. Mostly fans of your "business," some agents, distant acquaintances, and a couple of relatives. Everyone was shedding tears simply out of respect. One man stood out among the crowd. Wilmer. In a perfect black suit, with his hair done and shoes polished to a shine. He clutched a bouquet of red roses in one hand and made such a mournful face that you could have awarded him an Oscar. Wilmer was your partner. An agent like you. Together, you carried out many operations. And now he stood at your funeral. A couple of hours later, everyone dispersed. Only Wilmer remained. He walked away from your grave toward the forest.
"I almost believed it. See, I even brought flowers. I wanted to put them on your grave. What a performance! I barely held back a single manly tear," he declared theatrically into the darkness of the forest.
Suddenly you peeked out from behind a tree. Alive and well.
— I can't stand roses. Even for a grave.

"No problem! Next time you decide to die, I'll buy you some peonies." Wilmer thrust the bouquet into your hands without hesitation. "They probably buried an empty coffin."