Death Notice Novels & Stories

She wasn't kidding. "What are you talking about? As a step?" I even felt the hunger was gone. I hadn't had that much interaction with Max... well, almost no interaction with him but he didn't deserve to die so young and with so much ahead of him. My hands shook a little and I felt panic take over me. Death. I hated that word. "It was this morning. They found him in his room, Nish, he had a bullet in his head." She sobs a little.

“We’re glad you’re here. We’ve been expecting you. The family to receive the official death notice is over there.” He points, and I follow his hand and see them. They were a small group, huddled together on the chairs in the waiting area. Their faces were buried in trembling hands with their shoulders shaking. They’re already sobbing. Whoever’s name is on that paper meant the world to them. I glance down at the notice and read it silently: Celine Cruger. When I look back at the family, my heart aches. “Death,” I murmur with a low and bitter voice, “always arrives like it’s been patiently waiting outside the door… then walks in without knocking.”

she asks as she feels Realm wanting to get closer to him. McKenzie leads her to the sofa and sits her down before he sits next to her. “Once someone has passed away. You have to take the death certificate and register it with birth and deaths. This can only happen once a doctor has issued a death certificate. As for your father, he was already under a heart doctor, I think you’ll be notified soon that the death certificate is ready to be picked up” he explains.

“However way you found that out, make sure you don’t mention it to anyone. Understood?” “Yes sir.” “You too, GD.” When they were finalizing up their truce pact, the detectives were just about finished comparing answers. Two mains came up to face the grieving. Everyone tried to be as polite as they can be as they took the stage and reported the details of the case to their ears all. "The deceased is a miss Ana Esther Rodrigues...Forensic said that the cause of death was a blunt trauma to the back of her head..."

I struggled to push the lump that was stocked in my throat, as it mixed with saliva, passing slimly. “Announce to my employees and staff members that my rib is dead. I do not want to mourn for long as I will die from grieve. She will be buried on Saturday morning, and the sympathizers will stay for a while. But my 4 p.m. everything will be over, Louis, you can put her in the mortuary,” Louis spat out leaving. His children nodded as a fresh wave of tears streamed out, alerting the entire hospital that they Louis had to lose a very important part of them.

As the news popped up on the television screen, Rose's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Her hands instinctively covered her mouth as she read the headline: "Local Businessman Man Named Damian Found Dead in Apartment - Tragic Accident Claims Life." "No, no, this can't be real," she whispered, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes. Her mind raced, trying to process the sudden loss of someone she had known, someone she had seen just the day before.

Was it really… me? Fragments scattered everywhere, each shard reflecting my stunned expression. That afternoon, I went to the police station. The officers told me that Mrs. Calder’s grandson had already identified the body. "We'll have to wait for the autopsy to determine the exact cause of death, but the family doesn’t seem to want to pursue it further. They’ve already signed off." "The family?" I froze. "Didn’t she live alone?" "Her son is overseas. He authorized a friend to handle the arrangements." Officer Ward pointed toward the end of the hallway. "They just finished the paperwork. He might not have left yet."

It was a death certificate. In the space for the deceased's name, my name was written. The cause of death was hemorrhagic shock, placental abruption, and multi-organ failure. As Chad stared at the paper, his Adam's apple bobbed violently, but he couldn't force out a single syllable. He tried to muster a disbelief-filled smile, but his fingers flinched back the moment they brushed the edge of the paper. "Jake, don't play these kinds of jokes," he said, his voice completely parched.

He walked to the adjacent ward and opened the door, but there was no sign of me. Frowning, he went to the nurses' station. "Where is patient 807? She just had kidney surgery. She shouldn't be moving around." The nurse checked the computer and replied calmly, "Patient 807, Jocelyn Pryce… was declared deceased at 5:20 p.m. this afternoon."

I shrugged nonchalantly. My father, Patrick Bennett woke up one morning and died of a heart attack, there was no warning, no premeditation, no signs, no symptoms, nothing. He was walking down the stairs and he took a flight clutching unto his heart and just like that he was gone. And now Lucas, one moment, we are shopping for our anniversary dinner and next he’s bleeding on the floor. Death. A simple phenomenon of life. There was no need to get sentimental. “I will call your great grand Aunt, I think she needs to talk some sense into you.”