Beautiful Funeral Novels & Stories

Nothing processed in my head and my body shut off all emotions. The funeral was held in a private garden area of the cemetery. With only a day notice they managed to make it really beautiful, almost like a fairy garden filled with so many colorful flowers. There were a lot of kids from school here and it made a small smile tug at my lips that at least she had so many people to say good bye to her from this world. Her father didn't really seem to be upset but he wasn't very lucid either. He wore a sloppy suit and openly drank from his flask.

"Very ambitious. Witty. Beautiful. And though you make terrible mistakes, you make up for them… and that’s all that matters." April chuckled softly through her tears, but she leaned into Mrs. Angela’s embrace. There was peace in her voice. Acceptance. And that's all she needed. ….. The weekend arrived far too soon. The sky wept gentle rain on the morning of Lucas Trent’s funeral. It was as though the heavens mourned alongside them. The burial site was modest yet dignified. Rows of folding chairs were arranged under a white canopy, and a single, polished coffin rested beneath an arch of white roses and blue delphiniums…Lucas’s favorite.

she looked at him when he said that thoughtfully. "Do u know this thing called funeral, is utter bullshit" he chuckled bitterly when she didn't say anything. "U believe it or not .... But it gives u closure with a dead person" she replied honestly. "It's nothing but a formal good bye to a lifeless body ...... Which gives people satisfaction that because of them, dead person made his or her peace in heaven" he said looking at nothing in particular. "As per this, such many things are questionable ..... Ur belief on them makes them true for u". He looked at her for a second.

"A dream, dreams can be twisted. It may be the exact thing that would happen, but with a little twist." "Well, I don't know about that," I said. Ever since my mom and dad arrived in New York, they had been comforting me, even at his funeral. "Stop crying my child," Helen whispered. "Cheer up. His funeral is the best. Look at the design of the bevel on the coffin, isn't it beautiful? Listen to the sweet lyrics of the song they are singing to Martin. You would also love the texture of the earth he's going to be buried in." Davidson said.

"It's only been a day." "I'm so sorry. I wish there was something I could've done. How was the funeral?" I make myself ask, curling my hands into fists. Kayla's lifeless eyes re-enter my mind, the emerald gown still slowly soaking up her blood. I'm frustrated, angry and disgusted and hurt all at the same time. Beatrice smiles sadly, a lone tear falling down her cheeks. "There was no funeral. We never got to see her. The Prince... he said... he said they'll be taking care of it."

• Three days later. Funeral. "Dearly beloved, we gather today to celebrate the life of Josephine Barnard, a loving wife, mother, and friend. Though her time with us was all too brief, her impact on our lives will be felt for years to come." As the minister spoke, a faint sob could be heard. The funeral was being held in a traditional cemetery, with a small crowd of mourners gathered around the gravesite. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the soft chirping of birds.

“I’m not about her. But if she keeps provoking you to such an extent, don't you think it's quite unhealthy?” “Can we not talk about Lauren?” I pleaded. He shrugged. “Hanson,” I said. “Arrangements are being made in the goddess' central temple for his funeral. We've got an hour” ________________ The whole funeral exercise was as excruciating as the death itself. Black contrasting against white background of the temple's building, creating some sort of monochromic ambiance.

Shelly’s POV I stood quietly at the funeral under a large oak tree. Despite the sorrow, there was a special beauty reflecting Sabrina’s love for her parents. Sabrina chose a small, intimate ceremony, with only her closest friends and a few meaningful guards in attendance. Simple wooden chairs surrounded the site. In the center, a small pedestal held photos of Sabrina's parents, with white lilies adding a soft touch. The event was emotional, filled with grief, nostalgia, and shared memories. Sabrina spoke warmly of her parents, bringing smiles through tears. The music played softly, adding to the reflective mood.

Within moments of learning this, they had decided to all chip in, along with her, to give Deb a dignified burial. ‘Rest well, Deb,’ Faye whispered, as the service ended. ‘We will meet again, old friend.’ The four of them were the only ones at the funeral, and it seemed almost surreal that a whole life had passed, with no family or friends to send her off. How lonely must she have been? How many days and nights had she hoped for it all to end, for someone to just be there for her? ‘It was a beautiful service Faye,’ Mark said, as they were walking away from the grave, towards the tearoom adjacent to the church. ‘You were her friend in her last days and I’m sure she appreciated you being there.

He paused his lips, “But that's too far, we just started the week.” I nodded, “Yes, but the tension is too much right now. Think about it – you die and your friend, like family, bakes a cake and makes a parfait to celebrate a weird union immediately after your death like you mean nothing. Would you feel wonderful about it? You’d be angrily dancing Cuban Rumba in your grave, which by the way would be a very small space. That's selfish if you ask me and disrespectful, you need to learn to respect the dead.” “You mean a lot to me…”