Examples Of Black Funeral Resolutions Novels & Stories

Kalil Clouds rolled and rain was imminent. The funeral was being held at the gravesite. On the ride over Mak told me that her mom used to tell her if it rained the day of a funeral the person was going to Heaven. She said it didn’t rain the day of her dad’s funeral and hadn’t spoken a word since. The only time she let go of her death grip on my hand was when I stood in as a pallbearer. Chino, Ralphie, Bruce, and Donte volunteered as well, along with others I didn’t know. There were two caskets. It nearly destroyed me when Donte and I carried the tiny white one.

The day of Austin’s funeral arrived with a somber mood hanging heavily in the air. The mansion, usually filled with laughter and life, was now shrouded in silence and grief. The siblings gathered in the living room, each lost in their own thoughts. Emily, in particular, was struggling to come to terms with the loss of her favorite brother. Chris, Xender, Tony, and Emily dressed in black, their expressions reflecting the pain that had become a constant presence in their lives. They made their way to the funeral home where the service would be held, the weight of their loss making every step feel like a monumental effort.

Kristen’s POV The somber procession begins as three men shouldered the weight of Bruce's coffin. The air is heavy with grief as they make their way to the graveside. Everyone present are clad in depressing black as the funeral unfoldes at the graveside. The crowd draw close, seeking solace in each other's silent presence. Tears welled in their eyes, and quiet sobs hit the air as they said their last goodbyes Bruce. As the ceremony unfolds, Calhoun is invited to step forward and give a speech. The pack members turn their attention to him, seeking words that might provide comfort in the face of profound loss.

June. I picked it up and typed three words. "Wear anything black." I hit send. Because grief looked good in black. And I was about to start a funeral.

Turning away from the mirror I pick up my purse and head downstairs. "There you are, I thought we'd have to o wait to the whole day." Amelia sends me a small smile. I return the smile half-heartedly, taking the lead to the door. The cold breeze hits me as I step out of the house, reminding me of what a sad day it is. All the pack members including the silver breath pack remaiders who have been merged with ours are all dressed in black, morning the dead. With the help of Amelia, Janny, Nanny and the others I manage to get through the funeral session without breaking down.

He straightened his spine and bit out, "I want her funeral to happen right now and to be done and dusted with her as soon as possible." My eyebrow quivered up, "But it's night." According to our culture, no funerals occurred at night under the curtain of darkness. Funeral in the daylight was a symbol of respect and acknowledgment to the deceased. Hurt and betrayal flashed in his eyes, "She isn't the one to deserve the funeral during the day. No matter what you say or believe, she is not one of us. The one who joins hands with the enemies and betrays their own race can never be one of us, Alpha."

It was as painful to him as it was to me. Tears followed the movements of the families, along with the dropping of flowers on each gravesite. A hug and words of encouragement were shared amongst the families, each trying in their own way to cope with the pain. The families had agreed on a joint funeral and I obliged them. They would be heavily compensated for their loss, and although money could never bring back their dead, that was all I was able to offer at the moment. I don’t encourage the use of black magic and necromancy to raise up the dead, anyway.

The pregnancy had already failed while she was on the run, and complications during the abortion caused massive bleeding. With limited medical resources and a body already ravaged by illness, she didn't make it and died alone in a hospital bed a few days later. With her death, the accusations related to her intentionally spreading disease came to an end as well. As for Michael, with his life destroyed, he ended his own life one quiet night in a dilapidated rental apartment. There was no funeral and no one to mourn him. The once-glorious CEO disappeared, along with the disgraceful past he left behind.

Even the emergency doctor, accustomed to life and death, let out a long sigh as he looked at the withered form of the once-invincible Alpha. His vitals had been stable just moments before. Why had he suddenly lost the will to live? "Notify the Black Moon pack," the doctor said. On the day of Aiden's funeral, a light rain was falling. Kael and I still went. Kael held a black umbrella over us as we stood at a great distance, watching quietly. He wrapped his large coat around me, shielding me from the cold. We watched the people in black carry the coffin, bow their heads, and lay their flowers.

She seemed to be in disbelief as a quiet ache hit her. It rained lightly on the day of the funeral. Zedd arrived early, standing silently before the grave with a black umbrella in hand. Most people left after paying their respects. In the end, only Seraphine and Zedd were left standing at the grave. Her eyes were deep and unreadable, betraying no trace of emotion. "When did he find out about the cancer?"