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

The lid seals Mom from the outside world and six men chosen from our church and extended family lift the casket, carrying it out of the room as the pastor ends his sermon. Elena and I follow my father, stopping to talk to no one. We move as one fluid body to the hearse as our friend, mother, and protector is loaded behind us. The car jerks as the last man pushes the casket forward and Elena and I break again. On opposite sides of our father we both rest our heads on his shoulders as he allows his own tears to join ours in the drive to the cemetery.

Their parents must be part of the circle, but they were probably food drunk to notice they lost a family member. Sometimes you get so used to death you can't help but just stare at how ugly it really is. I hear a soft sob from inside the circle but I didn't have enough time to find the source. Our Professors gently push us from behind, I didn't even see them approach , and guide us towards our carriages. I guess show time was over. It's always like this, we get to see the fights, but never the punishments. I didn't even get to the chance to know whether the sob was from one of the parents.

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”