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"Wait... I have a plan." She turned off the engine slowly, watching him warily. A moment later, a solemn funeral procession emerged from the hospital. Men dressed in black and white religious robes carried the heavy coffin, preceded by rows of priests and clergy. From afar, the church bells tolled, mingled with the mournful chants of the deacons:

June. I picked it up and typed three words. "Wear anything black." I hit send. Because grief looked good in black. And I was about to start a funeral.

The room fell silent, broken only by the steady beep of the heart monitor, which soon faded into a single, continuous tone. Christian broke down then, his body shaking with silent sobs as he clung to his grandfather's hand. I moved to his side, Hope still sleeping against my chest, and wrapped my free arm around him. The next few days passed in a blur of funeral arrangements and legal proceedings. Edward, ever the meticulous planner, had left detailed instructions for everything. The day of Edward's funeral dawned grey and misty, as if Paris itself was mourning. The small church where Edward and Christian's grandmother had married stood solemnly against the overcast sky, its stone walls weat

When Bridget sat down, the priest returned to the altar, gesturing for everyone to bow their heads. “Let us pray.Dear Lord, we gather here to commend Rita Blade into Your care. As we say goodbye, grant us the strength to carry her memory in our hearts and live by her example of love, kindness, and perseverance. May her soul find eternal peace, and may Your grace comfort those who grieve today. Amen.” The priest stepped forward, closing the casket with deliberate care. The sound of the latch echoed through the quiet chapel, drawing collective gasps and sniffles.

ALEXA’S POV “Today, we gather to celebrate the life and mourn the passing of Mrs. Suzan Anderson. May the Lord comfort us in our grief, and may we find strength in the memories we shared with her.” The priest’s voice echoed softly through the hall. Silence followed. We were all dressed in black, seated among a large congregation—business partners, family members, acquaintances, and even celebrities who had arrived in long lines of sleek cars. The atmosphere was heavy… suffocating.

I had seen this as a waste of silver pennies, which could accumulate into something better over the years, but his response each time made me wonder if truly it was worth it. “Good morning, Mr. Hazel.” I said as I walked out of the house. “Good morning, Emily,” he chuckled. I could see his curled-up mustache taking several shapes as he sang his morning devotions. I always thought of him as a blissful Christian under Father Timothy’s sacrilege, but then he never showed up to the church, let alone passed before it. “Today’s Newspapers.” He opened the black bag behind him, a leather-coated bag strong enough to stop the flow of oxygen in it.

Immediately they were done singing, the pastor in charge stepped forward to and asked Eleanor to read a scripture in the bible, on which he was going to take his preaching from. Eleanor was dressed in a black long silk dress and her head was wrapped in a black scarf and a shawl draped over it, she stood on her mom left hand side who was also dressed in a back dress and her brother Aiden stood by Racheal's right hand side, he was wearing a dark sunshade as he stared at the coffin. "Today we've gathered here, for the final burial of our Brother, Jayden Smith, we love him but God loves him more,"

“As for those, I really don’t have a clue, but… I shall let the Council know and maybe we can convene a meeting. What do you say?” Liam knew how to smoothen me, so I voted for that meeting after the funeral. We didn’t bury our dead in churches or with priests. It was the next in line as an Alpha and a few more of the relatives who carried the coffin to its resting place. I, Liam, and Mother were staying in front of the procession. Everyone’s heads were down; Maybe for respect or maybe for fear of yet to come. Mother adorned the primary room where Father was resting with black ornaments, black fabrics on all the chairs, and candles. Their light was dim, exactly like his life in the last coupl

“You want any help with the statement?” The chief took a long sip and offered a weak smile from under his gray mustache. “Naw, it’s all right. I was going to just use the one from Tuesday, ‘cept rumors are starting to spread about the condition of the body. Folks are talking about satanic cults and other nonsense. I don’t want to get into those details if I can help it. At least not before the funeral.” “Could say ‘subdued and died from wounds incurred’ and leave it at that.”