Don't Ever Laugh As A Hearse Goes By Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I yelled back after a bit gap time. The funeral procession is led by a hearse carrying my father's casket, followed by the mourners' vehicles. The mood is somber and subdued as we make our way to the cemetery. My grandma touches my hands, her eyes full of worrying and care. I love her. She always makes me feel loved. Despite her son passed away, I never see her cry. I don’t know why she just takes care of everyone in this dark time. She’s a strong woman.

Death stopped talking. Four men, including Emily's father went inside the chapel. They carried Emily's casket and took it outside the church. The clouds went dark again, despite it being nine o'clock in the morning. Heavy raindrops fell from the sky. Emily's father puts the weight of his daughter's casket on his stiff shoulder. He began crying, realizing that she will never be able to see his daughter again. They placed Emily's casket inside the hearse. Everyone who knows Emily lined up before the hearse as it moves slowly, parading what remains of Emily. A slower and sadder rendition of "When You're Gone" by Avril Lavigne started playing through the hearse's stereo.

We'll also stay on top of the funeral home's reforms so that no one else has to go through what you did. I nodded, held the box close, and walked slowly out of the funeral home. The sun was warm outside, and a light breeze carried just enough warmth to cut through everything that had happened. It felt like all the darkness and humiliation of the day were finally lifting off my shoulders. The box in my arms was still heavy, but it didn't feel suffocating anymore. If anything, it gave me strength. It was everything Dad had left behind, and it was proof that doing the right thing still mattered.

They stood quietly watching the ruckus with disdain in their eyes. “I still won.” Eva laughed as she looked at the family of three in ridicule “You have lived for more than half your life in my shadow, and I can promise you that I will haunt the rest of your lives as well.”

Hannah's smile didn't stay too long the moment Naomi walked in. "Am I late ?" Naomi smirked. She wore a mini skirt with a oversized pattern shirt. "No, you're just in time." I smiled at Naomi but Hannah left my sight to meet her husband. Soon we all went outside and watched as the vehicle that resemble an ambulance carried my father's body. They were going to cremate his body and hand me the ashes, my mother was getting those ashes cause I will toss them all into the chimney if I got them.

An ambulance and a car followed, slowly pulling into the cemetery. “Here they come,” Tom murmured. Alexander’s voice was firm this time. “Tom, record everything. I want my last words to her to be remembered.” “Yes, sir.” They watched as two men stepped out of the ambulance and opened its rear doors. From the accompanying car emerged Mr. Scholes and his wife, followed by Manni. The first thing Alexander noticed made his chest tighten in anger. “They’re not even wearing black,” he said aloud in the car. “Are they not grieving?”

It was horrible to live in fear. We walked in silence, each lost in our thoughts, walking through the streets until we reached the cemetery. The cold wind blew, making me wrap myself tighter in my jacket. As we approached, I could see the families of the deceased, gathered in small groups, their faces marked by sadness and despair. "Eva, Lottie," whispered Kessler, who had decided to accompany us. "We must be strong. This is a difficult time, but being here shows our respect and support." I nodded, grateful for his presence. Upon reaching the burial site, we joined the silent crowd. The ceremony was solemn and filled with pain. I looked around, seeing the familiar faces of classmates, their

"I just miss her so much." Nelly sat alone in her car, her laughter echoing in the empty space. Tears streamed down her face, but they were tears of amusement rather than sorrow. "Carina missed death when Luke tried to kill her, but now she dies in a plane crash," she chuckled, her voice tinged with irony. She shook her head in disbelief, finding dark humor in the tragic twist of fate. "Oh, Carina, you always did have a knack for the dramatic," she mused, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. Despite the gravity of the situation, Nelly couldn't help but find humor in the absurdity of it all. "Rest in peace, sis," she said, her laughter subsiding as she whispered a final goodbye to

I want to avoid a crowd, yet I am careful not to offend anyone important by their exclusion. The funeral takes place in the early morning as the sun rises across the horizon. All dressed in black, we move perfunctorily through the procession. Time seems to blur before me. By the end of the service, my mother is buried. I receive condolences from those present as they depart one by one.