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“Kimberly has extensive experience in the music industry, and if things work out, she’ll be the permanent PD. We’ll be doing a major public relations campaign to help deal with the negative press we’ve been under. If any of the media tries to contact you, please refer them to our PR department. So far they’ve been very successful keeping the chaos to a minimum. I’m sure in time, the media will have another scandal to cover and will forget all about this.” “One last thing. The funeral for Gayle will be held on Sunday afternoon at Forest Lawn Cemetery in Hollywood Hills. Details on the service will be posted in the lounge on the bulletin board. If there is nothing else, this meeting is over.”

The funeral will be held on March 30 at First Hill Presbyterian Church, with family and close friends attending a private ceremony later in the afternoon. She didn't see anything about Caleb as she read the rest of the article that described Daniel as a top student and talented athlete. Peering at the photo of the mangled car, she looked for some evidence of Caleb, but there was nothing. Of course there wasn't. Did she think she was some kind of Sherlock Holmes?

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

The funeral was on Sunday. Vincent and Lenora had opted for a service in an Episcopal church, even though none of them were Episcopalian – strictly because it was one of the most beautiful structures in all of New York. Like a medieval cathedral, with all the majesty that implies.

🏵️CHAPTER 100 🏵️ TWO DAYS LATER The entire family stood, holding each other close as the priest did the final rite of Late Mr. Brenton. Denzel, Mrs. Brenton, Lena, Gavin, Susann, Aria, Mrs. Amelia, Mr. Thomas, and a few relatives, were all present, dressed in black and heads bowed in sadness and sobbing. Gavin held Mrs. Brenton as the old woman cried her heart out, Gavin too not being able to hold back his tears.

she assured him. "The funeral will take place in two days. Will I be able to see her then?" Christian pressed. "Yes, you will. You can take her home with you then" she confirmed. The social worker discussed further details with Christian before departing. As Christian prepared to leave, his assistant called out to him. "Mr. Mason." Christian turned, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "The company's PR director wants to know if we should confirm the death of the chairman. The media have been inquiring," the assistant informed him, his voice strained.

However, her mother had expressed a desire for a Christian burial, and despite the fact that there was not going to be a church service, the minister from the Methodist church in Jackson had consented to preside over the graveside service. Gwen listened attentively as the reverend discussed the afterlife and then read from the Bible. His voice was filled with conviction as he read the following passage: "'I am the resurrection and the life, and he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.'" And whoever lives and believes in me shall never perish; this is the promise I make to whoever is alive. Let us pray." Gwen bent her head and began to recite the Lord's Prayer, which b

Natalie said with a smile, nodding. Funeral "Dear friends and family," the priest said with a sigh, scanning around the room. "As we have gathered here today to bid farewell to Austina McKenney, a sister, a worker, a friend, and a daughter, let us take a moment to reflect on the life lived and the impact she made on each of us. Though she may no longer be with us today in body, her spirit lives on in our memories and in the love we shared. Let us pray for her soul to find peace and for comfort to embrace those who mourn her loss."

He had told her to fight for life and she promised she would. The cemetery was filled with people wearing black, few students from Brainhood were present, The Donalds were also on black, Lekky stood with her parents Hammed and Ruth stood with Michal who didn't stop weeping, her eyes were now swollen from tears, Jerry was with Catherine. Mirabella's corpse laid peacefully inside a small coffin, the pastor preached and said the needful. The coffin was covered and set down on the already dug ground, the pastor called out anyone that wanted to pay a tribute to the deceased.

Eric and Warren were standing beside Grayham and were patting his back interchangeably. Jamal, Shirley, and a couple of other teenagers from the community were hurled up in a corner. Tissues and sobs kept flying around. Grayham looked confused. He kept roving his eyes around until he turned around and caught me. He gave me a nod and I immediately looked away. “Miles!” The priest called out. I wanted to walk toward him but Grayham looked up. “It’s time to give a farewell speech.” The priest said. I clenched my fists and wanted to punch the tree next to me. This was my father’s funeral and I should be one the giving the farewell speech, not some stranger.