Novel & Cerita Funeral Keanu Reeves Wife

ALLISON'S POV. The funeral took place two days later, they knew he was going to die so preparations were already in place. It was a beautiful ceremony, the kept it small and they buried him in the family crypt. But that was two days ago and this is now, I heard the whispers during the funeral and how people looked at me, even Erics parents were here and they didn't look happy when Eric told them that I was Reagans daughter. I've been locked up in my room all day playing with the boys, there are still some visitors in the house and I don't really feel like being stared at.

When the funeral director signaled that it was time for the final respects before the mechanism lowered her into the earth, I stepped forward. The crowd went entirely silent, save for Silas's muffled, hitching gasps. I looked down at the smooth wood of the casket. The video file she had left on Braham's phone had been playing in my head on a continuous, maddening loop for days. Everyone around wondered why I was here. They wondered why the magnificent, newly wedded wife of a powerful man would spill a single tear or show up for a woman who had used herself be used as a weapon against her life.

Deidre feigned laughter as she looked to Dina, who shook her head. “You said tonight was a dry event, Luna.” Deidre’s face fell, as if hoping that her own goblet were filled with vodka. Father. Enough! Justin’s roar was apparent despite the dampening of the mind link. But Nael ignored his son. “I am quite well and quite sober, thank you.” He nodded at Deidre and went on, as if eager to tell the sad tale. “We hadn’t found the remains of their bodies, assuming they had been burned alive. But alas! I arrived here months ago, only to discover that my wife had in fact died, of drug overdose, apparently, in your infirmary.” He spoke carelessly, almost with delight at the narrative of his wife’s de

It was also a third of the price, and her father, who had clipped coupons his entire life and never once complained about it, would have chosen it himself without a second thought. The funeral was held two days later at the small chapel near Bennett Community, the same one where her parents had married twenty-six years earlier. Neighbors filled half the pews. Mrs. Alvarez cried harder than anyone outside the family. Sarah stood beside Layla in a black dress that used to be their mother's, her hands twisting together the entire service. Noah didn't cry at all, not once, and somehow that was worse to watch than if he had.

Mia Carter squeezed her hand gently. Her best friend’s eyes were swollen from crying. “You need to eat something.” Elena barely heard her. Her gaze had locked onto a woman approaching slowly through the crowd. Elegant. Beautiful. Cold. Vivian Kane. Victor Kane’s wife. The moment Elena saw her, rage exploded violently inside her chest. Victor Kane didn’t even attend the funeral himself. Coward. Murderer. Vivian stopped in front of her, her expression filled with uncomfortable sympathy “I’m sorry for your loss,” she said softly.

The headstone was simple black granite with gold lettering: "Maria Elena Martinez. Beloved Mother and Wife. 1975-2016." Beloved. That's what she'd been. Actually, truly beloved by everyone who knew her. The funeral had been packed with people whose lives she'd touched - patients from the hospital where she worked as a nurse, neighbors she'd helped through tough times, friends who'd known her since childhood. When I die, who would come to my funeral? Maya, probably. Maybe Rosa if she could get back from El Salvador. That was it. No son, no husband, no family. Just two people to mourn the pathetic life of Ivy Sterling.

It’s finally holding and she will finally be placed to rest. Reynolds is here. He threw a fit and insisted that he had to attend his wife’s funeral. The same wife that he killed? He pushed her to her death. A lot of people are in attendance and that includes some of the reputable lawyers and workers from Vaughn's law firm. They all reek of the law and it makes me roll my eyes all the time. It feels like I’m the only tainted one in the hall.

Everything was going on so fast, and after three days Bella and her kid were laid to rest, just near Kevin's parents grave, and that day they both took flowers, after placing it over Bella's tomb, they placed it on their parents too and left, and gave Kevin some space, because after all he had a lot to talk to, both to their mother and his wife.

Josy asked while looked at some dresses. “Hasn’t everyone? It’s been all over the news. His wife and daughter are beside themselves. It’s horrible. They were here yesterday getting their clothes for the funeral. It was the strangest thing. They weren’t themselves at all.” “They left that rather late. At least, I have an excuse. Those mercenary bitches have none. Sorry Giles they’ successful actresses. They’re happy my father’s dead, until today when they found out he’d not changed his will.”