Angry Grandpa Body Bag Novels & Stories

I didn't want to be gagged; the last time that happened, my mouth became terribly swollen. We didn't drive far. Dash got out once he parked the car. When he opened my door, he pulled me out roughly. The cold air immediately wrapped around me. Dash shoved me again, and that’s when I realized we were at the edge of a steep cliff. Auntie Melissa, Brie, and Trisha got out of the car. Brie was holding papers. While Trisha held the urn containing my grandpa’s ashes. "What are you going to do with Grandpa's ashes?" I asked, my voice trembling. Auntie Melissa walked toward me. Brie quickly handed the papers to her mother.

It was threaded through her childhood like a dark cord: the Coles, the company, the dismissal, her father's face the evening he returned home for the last time carrying the cardboard box of his belongings, the way he had set it on the kitchen table and sat across from her in a silence that she, at fifteen, had not known how to fill. She had not filled it. She had made him tea. He had not touched it. She told her supervisor she needed a personal day and she went to the solicitor's office wearing the gray dress that made her feel most like herself — structured, clean-lined, exactly enough. Mr. Adeyemi was apologetic and precise. He explained the will. He explained the condition. He explained,

“My relative is also hospitalized here. I happened to run into you. Are you feeling better now?” Caleb’s back was hurting, but the effect of the medication had worn off, and he no longer felt the intense heat. He let out a slight sigh of relief. Thinking about Grandpa’s recent actions, his face turned completely dark. Using Fergerson Corporation’s work as a shield was not going to work anymore. Grandpa was determined to have that woman give birth to a child. He scoffed. Hearing his scoff, Penny knew that Grandpa Fergerson had truly angered him.

I said, grabbing the heavy leather bag with the hard drives inside. ​We walked quickly through the heavy rain toward the entrance. Carter used his shoulder to push the metal sliding door open. ​Inside, the warehouse smelled like damp concrete and old oil. Yellow bulbs hung from the ceiling on thick black wires, giving off weak light. Near the back wall, sitting in a wooden chair, was my grandmother. Her head hung down toward her chest, her eyes were closed, and her thin body was shaking under her coat. ​Two men in dark jackets stood right beside her, both wearing cheap surgical masks over their faces.

“Thank you, son.” Allen took his grandma's hands in his as they walked out of the V I P area and then the airport, the bodyguards following closely behind them with his grandma's bags and baggage. Allen always wondered why his grandma carried such a large number of bags. But he later found out that the bag contained creams and lotions for her anti-ageing skincare routine. Once they are outside, they put the bags in the trunk, but all of them don't fit, so one of the bodyguards had to book a ride for the remaining bags. While the remaining two joined in Allen's car.

I couldn’t dare to look at Grandpa’s dead body so I closed my eyes but even how closed it is, tears came out like the waters in a river that rocks couldn’t hold them up. Mike came holding a big cloth. He wasn’t crying but his face was angrily sad. “Grandma, we need to let go of his dead body. We’re close to a land now, we could bury him there.” He sadly said to Grandma and she nodded slowly letting go of Grandpa. Mike called Grandpa’s crews to help him cover Grandpa with the cloth. I helped Grandma stand up and while doing so she said, “A heart attack did this to him.” Her voice broke.

She looked frail overnight and I had a strong urge to protect her with my life. “Hey” I said to mother as I took the seat beside her. “Hi Mijo” she replied breaking into more tears, I gathered her in my arms as the congregation behind us grew quiet. The priest had mounted the podium, he signaled with his hands for us to stand as we shared the final prayer over grandma’s body. The casket was soon shut and we got ready to convey it into the hearse outside. Alvarez and the three men from fathers mafia took one end of the casket each, I held mother tightly as we stepped out of the hall.

With tears streaming down his face, he watched as the doctors gently covered Grandfather Edward's body with a cloth, the sound of their movements echoing through the silent room like a dirge. With a tender reverence, they lifted the cloth-covered body onto a gurney, the soft rustle of the fabric a poignant reminder of the fragile nature of life. Kian's eyes followed the gurney as it was wheeled out of the room, the sight of his grandfather's still form disappearing into the distance, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of his presence.

My dad clasped his hand on my shoulder, and then gave his own, much longer speech. After we had our final meditation, the priest led us outside, where my father and I doused the casket in gasoline, and then both brought lit candles to each end of it, watching as the flames engulfed the wooden box. His body burned as my family stood in a circle, observing as his spirit was released into the otherworld. And fuck, was that a tear that dropped down my cheek? I clenched my hands into fists, forcing myself not to cry but—Goddess be damned—he was my grandfather.

Grandma didn’t defend him and nodded heavily, “Yes, you’re right. So, this is Grandma’s compensation for you and your mother.” She stuffed the brown paper bag into my hands, her eyes, marked by time, becoming misty, “Be good, don’t let outsiders benefit.” “Our ancestors worked hard to get the Shaw family where we are now. Your grandfather worked hard to protect them. If it falls into the hands of outsiders, how will I explain it when I meet the on the other side?” “Grandma…” A mixture of emotions arose in me, and I struggled to hold back the warmth in my eyes, tightly clutching the brown paper bag. “I’ll take it… I’ll take it…”