Eazy E Funeral Novels & Stories

Zara Monroe laid to rest- Heiress pronounced dead after a tragic disappearance. A video began to roll, it was my fucking funeral. A closed casket, a sea of black, and then I saw Jade clutching Ethan like she’d lost his soul. Her head was buried in his chest, his arms wrapped around her like she was his world. Mara stood beside them, dry-eyed, dressed in black lace; she looked smug, like she wasn’t the reason I was six feet under. I could feel the tears threatening to fall at the corner of my eyes, my breath caught, and I could barely process the words the reporter was saying.

Cedrick was determined to give her a perfect funeral. Cedrick was standing rigidly in front of the casket like a puppet. Edwin and Joanne arrived early. They saw Cedrick standing in front of the coffin with a grave face. They bowed respectfully to Janice and expressed their condolences to Cedrick. Joanne knew that it was Ezekiel who had killed Janice. She had a sinking feeling. She was worried that something would happen at the funeral. She texted Catelyn and asked her where she was. Catelyn would definitely come and see Janice one last time at the funeral.

I doubt anyone was as happy as I was to know Cole Foster was doing fine. Now I can breathe easily. Being without Estera and my boys these past few days has not been easy for me. I was constantly checking my phone and seemed impatient in my dealings. Edward's funeral was a private one. I had figured only my mother and I would be present with the minister, of course, and a few chosen staff, but then Estera's aunt had shown up. An act that got my mother pretty emotional.

And that made the loss heavier. The ceremony was held the following night. Zelios did not have grand funerals. There was no marble cemetery. No grand church. No beautiful gardens. The world had destroyed most places meant for beautiful endings. Instead, they had a memorial ground beyond the inner wall. A small field surrounded by old stone. At the center stood a simple metal platform. A name was carved into it. ELIAS.

The wound on his chest has been sewn shut while his heart has been kept in a small clay container which is placed right next to his body. Lavi, Guinevere, Alexei, Roseanne, Nine, and the rest of the Ezealyran delegates are gathered around the funeral pyre. All of them are dressed in blue, the mourning color of Faika. Lavi’s expression is inscrutable while Guinevere cannot stop weeping for her brother.

“There's this girl I like a lot, no—i mean I love her a lot, and she's hurt though, can she come stay with us, that way, I won't have to leave so often, you know with this whole AA case?" “that'a great news sweetheart, I am so happy for you,you don't know how happy I am about this, yes of course she can come here, but how did she get hurt” “Some people were trying to kill her an—” Adrian had started to explain before someone “Ma'am! it's been confirmed AA is dead, and the funeral is apparently today! the best part is, Aramide is attending that funeral and we know the location” A wide grin spread across Tania's as she locked eyes with her son and the with the man, “You just won yourself a tic

Detective Lauren said aloud as she walked away. *** Coco Kaave gave her father the most ceremonious funeral ever recorded in the history of Dirty South. Chief Kaave's casket made and customized in gold, cost over fifty million dollars. She buried her dearest dad on a Sunday morning, in his mansion, in the middle of his garden. The movers and shakers of Dirty South all came present, to pay their last respect to Chief Kaave of Dirty South. His boys and business associates cried and mourned him like the legend he was. New York's very own president came in person to pay his tributes.

“That’s not the word I’d use.” She smiled, and when she leaned forward again, the neckline of her uniform dipped just enough to draw his eye; despite himself, the soft curve of her breasts was on show. The TV played in the background. He was keeping an eye on it, trying to catch a glimpse of Marisol, Vince, or Lorenzo. Right now, a reporter was commenting on the famous guest list of the rich and powerful. The funeral of Chad Vale was a media circus. Ethan hadn’t cared about the kid when he was alive, and he didn’t care now. He found the whole thing disrespectful. He just wanted to lay eyes on Marisol, see that she was ok.

The two death certificates lay side by side, light as paper and impossible to lift. The funeral was set for three days later. Adrian arranged for Nora and Eli to be buried beside her mother, near the quiet edge of the military family cemetery. Nora had gone to the hospital alone, paid alone, and come home alone too many times. He would not leave her far from the only family who had ever waited for her. It rained on the day of the funeral. Officers came. Officers’ wives came. Family Readiness volunteers came, along with charity board members and people who had once whispered gold digger behind Nora’s back. Many brought flowers. Few dared to speak.

He could hear quiet breathing on the other end. "...Eugene?" The cautious voice seemed to tremble slightly. "We met during the previous funeral, introduced by Don Datero." "Yes. I remember. I remember." Andy Lee repeated twice that he remembered. Was it because Eugene was Giovanni Belmonte's son? Andy Lee seemed excessively nervous. "I'm calling to check how the funeral preparations are coming along." "Ah, the funeral... I'm preparing the funeral with as much care as possible. But for the deceased who was in the traffic accident... despite my best efforts, we'll have to proceed with a closed casket. I'm sorry."