Eazy E Funeral Novels & Stories

Then the kettle shuts off, and Ezra releases his tension, stepping back and smoothing out his features into innocence. “I'll drive you to work,” he says. “You don’t have to..." "I know." He gets up for his keys. "I want to. The funeral home is located on the outskirts of the town. This is where the road ends and the forest starts. Architecturally, this funerary looks very much similar to that of the church. It is painted in white and has tall windows and cry stone angels. It has been almost two years since I have been working at this place. The dead are quite pleasant to talk to as compared to the living.

"Stay out of this. I'll handle it. Everyone who had a hand in Eve's death will pay for it." His tone was icy and absolute, leaving no room for negotiation. ... A week later, my funeral was held as planned. At the service, Mom cried so hard she fainted, and Dad looked like he had aged 10 years overnight. Davon stayed solemn and quiet throughout the entire ceremony, handling everything himself without saying a word. When the funeral ended, he went alone to the basement. Natalie was curled up in a corner, pale and disheveled. She had spent the entire week in darkness, drinking dirty water, eating leftovers, living a life worse than death.

“I love you Mom.” TJ and Dawn stand with their parents in slience for a while. Tootsie and I stand off to the side to let them grieve in their own way. The goddess knows these two have earned that right. We hold the funerals in the rain the next day. Wesley and Bridget are here with Mark, Tyson, Nate and Matt. I also see Dawn’s grandfather, Mac here. Several of the Chicago and New York Bosses are here. Dawn and TJ lay roses on their parents caskets, followed by the associates who have traveled so far on short noise.

“Where is she? My father’s birthday is this week! Why isn’t anything prepared?” Gina appeared, her face carefully blank. “Signor Antonio. Your… the Signora Sofia is not here.” “Where is she? Fetch her!” Gina didn’t flinch. “She is at the funeral, sir.” “What funeral?” he sneered. “Have you lost your mind?” “Your father’s funeral, sir. Don Vittorio. He passed four days ago. The signora has been handling everything.” The color drained from Antonio’s face.

"Actually die. I have practice until like seven tonight and I haven't even eaten breakfast." "You just ate breakfast," Mason says, stealing one of his fries. "That was a lie I told myself to feel better about my life choices." Kai looks up from his phone. "Your only life choice right now is whether you want your funeral catered or not, so I'd focus on that." Lila laughs so hard she almost chokes on her drink. "Why would Ezra's funeral be catered?" "Because he's dying, obviously," Kai says like it's the simplest thing in the world. "You don't catering-skip a funeral for a friend. That's disrespectful."

Like your average grown man, he did not know how to coax babies to sleep, and had zero experience in babysitting. "Thank you, Mrs. Jefferson," Elliot said as she sat down. He certainly had a good opinion of her following the brief exchanges they shared. After dinner, Isaac took everyone home. - It was soon Dennis's funeral. Irene was there, dressed in full-black alongside her colleagues from Hotmesh Research. Neil Turner was definitely a good son, as the funeral arrangements were carried out in a dignified manner and many mourners were present. It was obvious that Dennis had been affable in life, and everyone held vigil with solemnity.

She place it back on the dresser and turn around to face me, our eyes connected she said “ Let’s go” We held the funeral at the training grounds, it was nice how Alpha Tinsley decorated the field everything was white, from the chairs to the carpet that lead down to you get to the podium. Behind the podium sat Alpha Tinsley, Beta Winston, and the Elders. To the far right lay Sapphire in a white coffin, from where I could see she was beautiful and looked to be at peace. She was wearing a long white dress, hair was down. She had light makeup on with a light pink lipstick.

I was there for nothing. “You don't have to cry, Rylee” “Her surgery was unsuccessful” “She was in her final stages” “Her condition worsened. they had rough times” “Tell Uncle Charles I’ll be there for the funeral” I managed to reply her fake sympathy. “It’s slated for tomorrow at the Evergreen cemetery” “I know Mr Leo will treat you well” She tried to be funny “I will be there” I tried to end the conversation “But Rylee” “We need money”.

Kiki also said, "Thanks a lot for today. You can go." "Okay." Tristan hurriedly left after that. After he left, Jeremiah gently tapped his fingers on the tabletop. He took out his phone and sent a message. "Follow Tristan, and make sure you don't get caught." Meanwhile, as soon as the message was sent out, the people in the funeral parlor started buzzing with excitement again. Jeremiah looked over and saw Zoey and Lawrence approaching, accompanied by reporters. "Mom, Dad and I have come to see you." Zoey, dressed in black mourning clothes, looked with deep affection at the black-and-white photo of Yara.

I know I've become very ugly now. ... August 20, 2025 The sleeping pills seem to be losing their effectiveness. The doctor advised me to just stay in the hospital. He said it would get more painful toward the end. I refused. I never planned to live until the very end anyway. ... August 25, 2025 ... The original text had been crossed out with a black line. Two new lines were added: Willow Dawson died on this day. But Echo saved her.