Novel & Cerita Beautiful Funeral

Rafael said, finally looking up from his newspaper. I didn't argue. "I’m worried about Fiorella." "She's alone now," I said. Rafael drank his coffee slowly before setting the cup down. "Not entirely." I caught his gaze, understanding exactly what he was insinuating. No, she wasn't entirely on her own. But it would take a terrible lot to persuade her otherwise. —————— The funeral ceremony was held at one of the D'Angelo estates, a stunning, historic mansion with lavish gardens and brooding stone archways. The moment we got there, the mood was filled with grief, the muted whispers of mourners blending with the somber atmosphere.

"Serves her right! Seriously, how can someone be this cruel?" Hugh's rant got hotter by the second. I cut him off fast. "Enough. Today's my wife's funeral. I'm supposed to be grieving." I hit the bathroom mirror, didn't bother washing up—kept the wrecked, heartbroken look on purpose. Hugh gave me a once-over and nodded. We left for the funeral home. On the way, I slipped him a USB with the videos of Nancy alive, told him to play it only when I gave the cue.

(2006) The rain poured down continuously. It was the type of rain that didn't come with the wind or thunder. It was gentle but non-stop. A way to make the funeral memorable; is Helen Maria Stone's funeral. Some would say the sky was also mourning the loss of a beloved soul. Beautiful cars, polished to a shine, lined the Streets of Colonia San Rafael leading to the cemetery, proof of the wealth and stature of the Stone family. The mourners dressed in black attire, huddled under black umbrellas, with white handkerchiefs used to wipe their tear-stained faces.

All this will be nothing but trash. After leaving Dustin's place, I made a beeline for Zephyr City's grandest funeral home. The ambiance was serene, with soft lighting and the mingling fragrances of lilies and candles. A somber-suited funeral manager approached me, his voice deep and courteous as he said, "Good afternoon. Whose funeral is it?" I cut to the chase. "I need a funeral. The most lavish one you can pull off. Don't worry about the cost." The manager blinked, taken aback. Then, he asked, "Forgive me, but whose funeral are we planning?"

She finishes and the tears she struggled to hold back came crashing down her eyes. The funeral continued with a somber procession. As the procession made its way to the cemetery, the family and friends of the fallen soldier followed, tears streaming down their faces. Overhead, the soldiers marched slowly down the street, their boots in perfect unison. The sound of the drums echoed off the buildings, adding to the somber mood. At the head of the procession, a lone bagpiper played a mournful tune. In the distance, a church bell tolled. The rows of headstones stood as silent sentinels, each bearing witness to the ultimate sacrifice made by the soldier.

People filed out of the church, their sombre expressions reflecting the depth of our loss. I watched as my private security team carefully lifted Madame Beatrice's grave onto their shoulders, carrying her with the utmost respect and dignity. Together, we walked outside; the sun casting a solemn glow on the gathered mourners. The crisp air provided a stark contrast to the emotions that swirled within me. The journey to the crematorium awaited us, where my mother's earthly vessel would undergo its final transformation.

"Just let me go! I'll never fight with Samantha for anything!" She wanted my boyfriend and my family. I would give them all to her; I would not fight back. Simon stared at me with a deranged expression. "It's too late. Samantha is getting married. I want to give her a perfect wedding gift." I died. He scattered the parts of my body everywhere: into the cesspool, sewer, and even the garbage dump. "Samantha is the most beautiful and kindest woman in the world. As for you, you'll go to hell."

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.

Friends and family mill around, their faces etched with sorrow, sharing quiet condolences and supportive hugs. Inside, the church is filled with the soft strains of Beethoven, the music echoing through the vaulted ceilings. The scent of lilies and roses fills the air, their white petals starkly contrasting to the darkness I feel inside. I take a deep breath and step forward, my heart heavy with grief. Damien really sorted everything as he said and I am grateful.

I want to avoid a crowd, yet I am careful not to offend anyone important by their exclusion. The funeral takes place in the early morning as the sun rises across the horizon. All dressed in black, we move perfunctorily through the procession. Time seems to blur before me. By the end of the service, my mother is buried. I receive condolences from those present as they depart one by one.