Don't Ever Laugh As A Hearse Goes By Novels & Stories

Carolus glared at him before shaking his head in helplessness. These old people should just have their fun from time to time if they like. Shezmu just laughed at the poor person before looking at the tombstones. “So, this is where you always go to when you vanish. Sheesh, if not for Red Core, we won’t even find you.”

The mention of the mortuary caused Marie's already full eyes to well up with more tears. There was a solemn, silent drive to the city mortuary. Usually a representation of their family's prestige, the elegant car felt like a hearse. Marie sat in the back seat between Aaron and Susann, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her eyes staring at the passing landscape but not taking in anything. The still cool air inside had a subtle medicinal smell that made Marie's stomach turn. At the front desk, a uniformed officer greeted them with a serious expression. As he led them down a silent hallway, their footsteps reverberated uncomfortably. Marie felt her heart thumping against her chest.

I didn't dare to look, let alone relive the agony I had suffered. "This smell…" Yvette frowned, stepping back to avoid the stench. Zachary furrowed his brows but forced himself to endure it. He examined the body repeatedly. My spirit drifted behind him, waiting. He would recognize me. After all, I had been by his side for over ten years. He would take me home and give me a proper burial. I clung to that sliver of hope—only to hear him let out a cold chuckle. "This isn't Jeanie. You've got the wrong person. She couldn't be pregnant, and there's no way she was murdered. Do whatever you want with this corpse. Don't bother me again if there's nothing else."

I ask, grabbing my purse. "Why are we dressed so somber?" Aiden questions, holding Keia’s hand as we head out the door. Keia’s face lights up with excitement. "This is what you wear when you say goodbye to someone." "It's boring. If someone has to say bye to me, I hope they wear a Superman costume. That would be so cool," Aiden remarks, walking in a straight line. He's literally placing one foot directly in front of the other. A car is waiting for us downstairs, and Brent is there, opening the back door. We get in, and the kids entertain each other as we drive, but before I know it, we're already arriving at the cemetery.

He honked the horn and the automated gates opened after a few seconds. He drove us in and parked the car near the others. As soon as the engines went off, I opened my side of the car and got out, despite Sterling calling my name. “Come on, Heather, we’re not done talking. The funeral is today, we have to get our heads straight before we go there.” I stopped in my tracks and released a shaky breath. Tears flowed freely from my eyes and I made no attempt to clear them from my cheeks. I turned in his direction and saw my dad standing right next to him.

The death of a family member is typically a somber occasion. Jasmine and Samantha were sitting in the same car with them. No one in the car shed a tear. There was not even a hint of sadness in the atmosphere. Jasmine was dressed in a long black dress, and Samantha was sitting on her lap in the front passenger seat, talking and even laughing. Hayson's urn was placed in the car behind them because Venturians believed it would bring bad luck to have it in the same car with them. The road to Heaven Memorial Park was not difficult to drive. It was a flat path, with several cemeteries along the way.

But if both of us collapsed, who would hold the pieces together? The truck arrived a few minutes later. The driver and two assistants handled the casket with the kind of respectful silence you only see from people who’ve done this many times. Lauren stood back, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, watching every movement. I stayed close, just in case her legs gave out. The ride to the new cemetery felt longer than it was. The hum of the engine filled the silence between us. Neither of us had the energy to speak.

The huge door was old but yet we are sure that we can't afford to destroy how thick is it! "Sava..." Neri looked at me with her teary eyes. I gave her the same reaction as I. "We are too late." I mouthed in a defeat matter. --- "DEKU! WAKE UP! DEKU! DEKU!" "H-he's dead." I cried and slowly draw near Deku to give him my last hug! I was supposed to be doing this recently. Deku! "Hey, Deku... wake up! Deku!" I tried to wake him up and touch him on his face. Yes, I punched him but that doesn't mean that it will lead to his death! He wasn't bleeding at all!

"The car's warm. Get in. It's about an hour's drive to the airport. I'll take you there." I nodded, placed my suitcase in the trunk, and sat in the passenger seat. We chatted casually on the drive. An hour later, we arrived at the airport's international terminal. Willow accompanied me inside. My flight was at 4:00 pm, so I waited in the lounge for a while. That was when I came across a trending video. The caption read, "Shocking news! Business tycoon Henry Lane is actually tying a woman's shoelaces!" I tapped on it.

I miss you. I scowled at it for what felt like forever, then I deleted it. No. He had to grovel back, not me. The car slowed down as we veered into an empty street. There were rows of halted cars, black awnings, somberly dressed mourners. The calming drone of grief filled the air. I stepped out gracefully, readjusting my shades. My heels clicked against the ground as I looked around the crowd. Mavins was there, of course, talking to a group of reporters.