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.

We both got dressed in black and took his BMW to the funeral. The season was turning to winter. The weather outside was gloomy. The bare trees, gray sky and cold wind felt appropriate for this dreadful day. At the funeral, I still couldn’t accept Lisa’s death. I cried as her coffin was lowered into the dark, cold soil. Mother earth would take care of her now, and turn her remnants into new life one day.

Celeste, who was on the other end of the phone, interrupted her. "Daughter?" Celeste began to cry. "Mom, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" "Daughter..." There was an eternal silence and Alicia's heart raced. "Dad passed away today, an hour ago." Celeste said without much preamble. "How? Why?" Alicia couldn't understand it. "Yes, daughter, because of his illness he died quickly. Look, the funeral home brought him a moment ago and they'll have him at the wake in two hours. Don't worry about April, she's with me."

Louisa looked at her this time, switching the topic “You aren’t dressed yet for the funeral?” “Oh!” Bianca looked down at her casual clothes “I’ve been running around and trying to get my shit together” She palmed her forehead. “I’m hungover but I can sort myself out in an hour” she assured with a smile and raked her eyes over Louisa’s dress. “You are the only sane person here who seems to be touched by Nina’s death” Louisa shrugged, playing with her fingers “It seems so, everything is just weird…” “You mean everyone?”Bianca laughed “Well in a family like this, they don’t mourn much about the loss of someone, they just carry out a funeral and move on the next day like it’s another Tuesday”

As the gathered mourners respectfully stepped away, Leo approached the open casket, where Fey lay, dressed in a simple, white gown adorned with flowers, a serene expression on her peaceful face. A circle of flowers had been placed around the casket, and a light, floral fragrance filled the air. Leo, holding a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand, knelt beside Fey's casket. His eyes were filled with sorrow and his voice quivered as he began to speak, his words carrying the weight of his deep affection.

But now, it was too late. Days later, a somber atmosphere hung in the air as Sheila's loved ones gathered for her funeral. The cemetery was adorned with floral arrangements, their vibrant colors contrasting with the gloom that permeated everyone's hearts. Tears glistened in the eyes of her friends and family as they paid their final respects.

My hair had been loosely curled and then swept up in a loose bun, leaving out my long, teal bangs. "You've outdone yourself. Thank you." I got out of my chair and turned. "Can you help with the buttons?" "Of course." They buttoned all at once and he went a step further and tied the bow at my waist. I checked my reflection in the full-length mirror. "Amazing. Zenny, thank you so much." "Anything for you, princess." *** The funeral was being held in the largest ballroom. The windows were covered with thick white draperies while the normally black and white checkered floor was changed to a white marble and the roof had been removed so the bright blue sky could be seen.

The mournful melodies of the funeral dirge envelop them, and the soft whispers of condolences from friends and family fill the air. As they take their seats, Karma's gaze falls upon the two coffins, adorned with white roses and surrounded by candles. Her heart aches, and she feels the weight of her loss like a crushing burden. Karma slowly walks up to her mom's casket, she removes a single white rose from the Casket spray, and returns to her seat, smelling the flower. and the eulogies flow like a river, each one a testament to the love and impact of Karma's parents. Tears stream down faces, and sobs echo through the silence.

He had to deliver this news to Kaelus and Roselyn—that the woman they had spoken of last night was now gone forever. Under a bleak sky with light snow beginning to fall, a remarkably simple funeral ceremony was held. There were no grand decorations, no mourners from the capital nobility, and no long, echoing hymns. Only a plain wooden coffin being lowered slowly into the frozen earth. Kaelus stood silently at the very front, draped in a long black cloak. His crimson eyes stared straight at the coffin as it was gradually covered with soil. Beside him stood Roselyn Sirius, clutching a single white rose.

The two death certificates lay side by side, light as paper and impossible to lift. The funeral was set for three days later. Adrian arranged for Nora and Eli to be buried beside her mother, near the quiet edge of the military family cemetery. Nora had gone to the hospital alone, paid alone, and come home alone too many times. He would not leave her far from the only family who had ever waited for her. It rained on the day of the funeral. Officers came. Officers’ wives came. Family Readiness volunteers came, along with charity board members and people who had once whispered gold digger behind Nora’s back. Many brought flowers. Few dared to speak.