Romans & histoires Funeral Jim Hutton Freddie Mercury

“He is dead. We need to attend his funeral once his family announce the date. It pains me that Freddie is dead. It shouldn’t have been—“ Her voice broke off and when I looked down at the phone, the call already ended. I completed Elena’s words in my head. It shouldn’t have been Freddie. The words Freddie can’t be dead, I chanted it in my mind. Slowly I stood up, switched on my data to check the news. Several headlines about Freddie broke me completely. “Rightful heir to Jordan motors, Freddie Jordan confirmed dead after being hit by a drunk truck driver.” His death was trending the search of all sites and media houses. I played a short clip of Brenda Jordan. “I called my brother last night t

Chaz slapped Helen across the face, leaving her seeing stars. "You asked for it!" he bellowed. "Take her away!" While Helen was being shoved into a BMW, a black Maybach drove into The Dynasty's parking lot as well. Vicky was riding shotgun dressed in a bewitching purple dress, watching Frank as she asked, "Henry Lane's funeral will be held in a few days. Are you attending it?" "Yeah." Frank nodded somberly. "He saved my life. No matter what the Lanes did, I'll send him off one last time."

he agreed on her funeral as her blood was drained and her dead body was turning white with passing time. His manager sighed and went outside the room to make arrangements. In morning, her funeral was going to be held in a church while the headlines were going to be made all over the country at the same time. No one knew yet that Carter killed his own former fiance either shot unintentionally or intentionally. But the fact that she was dead was enough to blow the internet up along with Carter who was now on his death bed.

She pushed open the door and was about to ask the servants when she suddenly saw Miriam's photo placed on the memorial tablet in the center of the hall. "What are you doing?" Harriet shouted. Miriam was alive and well, yet someone held a funeral for her. Harriet couldn't accept it. Losing her mind, she cut through the crowd and smashed the photo onto the ground. "Who are you? What the hell are you doing?" someone shouted after the initial shock. "Can't you see that the Bass family is holding a funeral? This is disrespectful to the deceased! Where is the person in charge? How can he let her in?" said the crowd, pointing at Harriet.

She said, "They all hate me. Please don't leave me here." Kimberly said. "I promise never to leave you. And my great-grandchild." Grandma swore. Touching her stomach. The following week was Henry's funeral. Kimberly was dressed in a plain black dress. As his wife, she wasn't honored but Regina was. She was allowed to perform the necessary rights as Henry's wife instead of Kim. Seeing how aggrieved Kimberly was, Grandma ordered that she should be taken back home and she didn't witness the complete burial of Henry's remains.

Gasps echoed around the finance department as they stared at the man who walked through the door. The man was none other than Henry Ford! He approached Eric and Jason with four men following behind. Jason’s eyes widened. He pointed a finger at Henry and exclaimed, “You should be dead! What are you doing here?” Eric Hamilton was equally shocked. He had seen the state of Henry’s car on the news. Why was he still alive? Who died in that crash? Henry chuckled darkly. He glanced at the duo and sneered, saying, “You celebrated too soon. Did you see my remains for you to think I’m dead?”