AITAH for refusing to attend my brother’s “funeral” because he faked his death to teach me a lesson

Am I the A-hole for refusing to attend my brother’s “funeral” because he faked his death to teach me a lesson?

So, here’s the story. My (26F) brother, Jason (28M), has always been a bit… dramatic. He thrives on pulling elaborate pranks and “teaching life lessons” that no one asked for. A few weeks ago, I forgot to pick him up from the airport because I was stuck at work, and my phone died. He ended up taking an Uber home, but he was clearly mad and kept saying things like, “What if something bad happened to me? Would you even notice?”

Fast forward to last week, when I got a frantic call from our mom, sobbing and telling me Jason had died in a car accident. I was devastated. She told me there was going to be a small memorial service at our family’s house, and I needed to come immediately. I took the day off work, bought a black dress, and even wrote a speech about how much Jason meant to me.

I showed up at the house, only to walk into the living room and see Jason—ALIVE—sitting in a chair with a smug look on his face. The rest of my family was there too, looking sheepish. Jason stood up and said, “Surprise! Now you know how it feels to lose me.”

I. LOST. IT.

Apparently, this whole thing was an elaborate stunt to teach me a lesson about “valuing the people in my life.” He said he wanted to make sure I’d never forget to pick him up or “take him for granted” again. My mom and dad had gone along with it because they “didn’t know how else to get through to me.”

I called him a psychopath and stormed out. Now Jason is furious, saying I’m being dramatic and can’t take a joke. My parents think I should “let it go” because, technically, no one got hurt. But I’ve refused to speak to Jason since, and I told my family I’m not attending any future events if he’s there.

Jason texted me last night, saying I’m being immature and making him look bad to the rest of the family. A few relatives have chimed in, saying I overreacted and need to “lighten up.”

Am I the a-hole for cutting off my brother after his fake funeral stunt? Or should I have just laughed it off and “appreciated the lesson”? Because right now, I’m seriously questioning if I’m in the Twilight Zone.