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

It arrived precisely when needed. “Come on, now, Ms. Fairchild, accept your crown!” Seamus whistled and the others joined him. I imagine by now that other drivers might have mistaken our car for a school bus transporting children on a field trip, except that my car looked nothing like one. Yet, my passengers were having the time of their lives teasing me. It was all fun and noisy. I couldn't fathom when the last I had so much fun with that many people. They laughed, and I laughed, teased, and taunted that some of us ended up shedding tears as a result of an overdose of laughter.

CHAPTER 18 TB The air was filled with the scent of incense and freshly cut flowers as the mourners prepared to bid their final farewell to Maria, Antonio's mother. The funeral procession wound its way through the streets, led by a sleek black hearse adorned with intricate gold accents. Behind it, a sea of somber faces followed, their eyes cast downward in respect. As they arrived at the cemetery, the sound of mournful music filled the air, played by a lone violinist standing atop a nearby hill. The melody was haunting, a traditional Italian lament that seemed to capture the sorrow of the occasion.

People filed out of the church, their sombre expressions reflecting the depth of our loss. I watched as my private security team carefully lifted Madame Beatrice's grave onto their shoulders, carrying her with the utmost respect and dignity. Together, we walked outside; the sun casting a solemn glow on the gathered mourners. The crisp air provided a stark contrast to the emotions that swirled within me. The journey to the crematorium awaited us, where my mother's earthly vessel would undergo its final transformation.

's body away. Since the hearse couldn’t accommodate all the family members, everyone got into their own vehicles and followed the hearse to the funeral home. As Heidi was about to get into the car, she paused thoughtfully and glanced back. Had she just seen Emily? Was it in the hospital hallway or the parking lot? “Mom? Why aren’t you getting in?” Justin asked as he held the car door open, noticing her momentary distraction. “Oh, it’s nothing. I must’ve been mistaken,” Heidi replied, snapping back to reality. She climbed into the car, dismissing the thought.

Team A will be coming with us, Dusty driver our car, and the other team with Arethusa inside will be following from behind. We have arrived at the cemetery, the funeral already being held, and all of us stand in the further behind. I can see their daughter, crying with an elderly woman held her so tightly. They are both mourning for their loss, and my tears came down on my cheeks. I feel her on so many levels.

The funeral car began to move slowly. Arabella clutched the door handle, crying bitterly, walking out of the village. As they reached the main road, and the hearse accelerated, Arabella had to let go. Her outstretched hand slipped from the cold metal door. It felt like the sky was collapsing on her. Arabella was overwhelmed with grief, not knowing what to say—she just desperately reached out to grab the slowly disappearing vehicle. She held back her tears, running frantically, helplessly chasing after the hearse carrying her grandmother.

He asked, cocking his head slightly I shot Dean a glance "He isn't aware that I'm leaving for a few days?" Dean shook his head "Unfortunately I wasn't proactive enough to inform him plus he's been really busy. Going in and out of the morgue so they can prepare the bodies for the journey back" I nodded slowly, pressing my lips together before turning back to Wesley "Have you loaded them?" Wesley nodded quickly before gesturing towards a direction and I turned around just in time to see a shiny black hearse with wide, clear windows drive up and stop right behind my truck I inhaled slowly before walking over and stopping just a feet away from the vehicle. The wide rear windows of the hearse ena

Her cheeks redden quickly when she realizes what I meant. I laugh at her response. "How was the rest of your guys' night?" Just then, a man dressed in all black comes out of the funeral home and gives us the signal to start leading the way to the cemetery. A herd of people separate as they exit the funeral home, all of them going in different directions to get into their vehicles. Cassandra turns the unit lights on, the red and blue lights flashing above the unit as the engine comes to life. I begin to drive slowly, the hearse and all of the other cars following suit.

Everyone was in tears. After the talk, it was time to lead the casket to the cemetery. We found our way through the press with the help of our security team, and we got in the car heading to the cemetery. We didn't come down from the car; we just parked and watched as he lowered into the ground. Hazel and the kids completely broke down in tears. I took all our flowers that had notes attached to them and dropped them by his graveside. “Godspeed Lucas. Godspeed”

Adonis says over the radio. "Here we go," Nathan says as he pushes the door open. "What the fuck Nathan! I thought you got an ambulance!" I say shaking my head. "I have never driven one of these before now stop being a pussy and get in." I shake my head and help him put the bed in the back of the funeral car. Yes, you heard a fucking funeral car. "Drive," I told him as soon as we got in. "Hey think about it this way at least you get the feeling of riding in one before you pass away." The idiot says laughing.