Beautiful Funeral Novels & Stories

JADE “Thank you. Thank you for coming.” I tried to feign a smile, to act like the deep hole in my heart wasn't eating at me. Not many people attended the funeral. Most of them were distant relatives I didn't even know existed. My feet hurt where I stood and I was very sure I have run out of tears. My stomach growled, as I watched the old men and women move around the house, stuffing their faces with food. If I didn't know any better, I would think that it was a black themed birthday party because of the lack of sadness in the air.

At that moment, the room was permeated with a deep feeling of grief and sadness. * * * The funeral for Miguel Valiente happened at the hacienda. People dressed in dark clothes came to say bye. It was a sad place with quiet talks and some people crying. Flowers in pretty colors were around, making it a bit less sad. Candles were lit, and a nice smell filled the air. It was a quiet, sad time to say goodbye to someone who won't be here anymore, and will be truly missed. Efrain Guerra made his entrance with his team trailing behind. As Marissa glanced up, she couldn't help but notice the transformation in Efrain – his once familiar look now with long hair on the side and the other side shorter,

Ruthlessly. The funeral was a somber affair. The air was heavy with grief and silence. The only sounds were the occasional sniffles and sobs of the mourners. The grave was a simple stone with Carpalia's name and dates engraved on it. A few flowers and candles were placed around it. Bryan and Roy stood by the grave, holding Bryan’s hand and fighting back tears. Bryan had lost a friend, a brother, and his beta. He must be in pain. Hailey, now in full comprehension of what they were up against, was unusually quiet. He waited pensively for Hailey to blame him but she didn’t. her eyes were just empty.

she hit the play button again. she'll let herself be delusional this one time ★★★★★ ".....lord we thank you for enabling us to gather here today...." Will's funeral was on a beautiful sunny Saturday. a beautiful Saturday for a beautiful person, Emma thought looking at the closed coffin in her black flay gown.

A biker’s funeral was like nothing I had ever seen. It was as majestic as it was fierce, they mourned loudly, grieved angrily, and made farewell rituals out of bike stunts. Growling bikes ran behind the hearse. Gunshots, chants, as the club’s flag flew above the hearse in the funeral procession to Meredith’s resting place. Meredith, that was her name, and her image smiled down at me from the large banner moving right in front of us.

Since the police weren’t finished with their investigation they weren’t going to release her body until Saturday, so the funeral was going to be at four o’clock on Sunday at the Forest Lawn Cemetery in Hollywood Hills. Jenny knew the place. It was a beautiful cemetery, if one could call cemeteries beautiful, with a duck pond, marble statues, and a view overlooking the entire valley. Jenny and Gayle had gone there once or twice to feed the ducks and walk around reading headstones and making up stories about the people who were buried there. After, they would go into the gift shop and read the sympathy cards making up their own joke punch lines. They never thought that death would touch them,

In front of everyone, we are a normal couple, and everything is okay between us. He nodded. - It is almost time to go...he said She got up and they went out. *** As she walked into the funeral home, all Riley could notice was tear-stained faces, the costumes of black on the people, which symbolizes the somber time ahead, and how hushed everyone was being. Tabitha was wearing a black dress and a widow hat with a veil, while Lisa was not even there. It was the funeral of her father, who had passed in a horrific car accident. The funeral home was getting to be only standing room because Manuel was acquainted with so many people, and had affected many lives in unique ways. Manuel had passed at a

Don't ask me how I know but I'm sure it is" I say to him. I lay the book carefully to one side and finish packing my mom's things. I place the book on the top and close the flaps of the box over it protectively picking the box up. Hunter picks up the other box and we make our way back towards the reception. The nurse stops me as we near the door. "All preparations have been made. The funeral will take place at three o clock at the church Alpha" she says proudly still looking to the floor. I place my box down on a chair and walk over to Hunter opening his box. I take out a silk scarf in a deep green embroidered with tiny white flowers and hold it out to the nurse. Her eyes go wide as she look

I was finally alone in this world. They wouldn't let me attend Mom's funeral. They wouldn't even let me visit her grave, so all I could do was kneel on the path we used to walk together, silently pleading for her forgiveness. I didn't dare to cry. I didn't deserve to. Because the hard truth was, I hadn't been able to save her. After the funeral, Carly came to visit me. She pulled me into a hug, her eyes glistening with tears, and whispered, "Thank you, Lina. Thank you for not ruining my life. The fire is over now, so never bring it up around Dad and Jacob again.

“Emma Klein, where the hell are you? I’m at the chapel now.” “Why the hell is this set up like a funeral!? This was supposed to be my wedding! The wedding my mother waited so long for!” “Whose funeral is this?!”