Funeral Keanu Reeves Wife Novels & Stories

“On the east grounds, near the woods. Olezka was with her, she is safe now and the doctor has seen her so she’s resting—” “She is alive then?” I asked, not understanding this tightness in my chest that felt like my heart was in my throat, beating double its rhythm. “Yes... yes, she is and Mr Reed is with her right now—” I hung up on him, my feet already moving down the hallway to get out of the house. Kayne rounded the corner and I almost collided with him. “Where are you going?” “I— I have to go.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “My wife... My wife, Kayne. She was shot. Someone fucking shot her!!”

And in the most recent clip, a foreign businessman clapped Zayne on the shoulder and said in heavily-accented Cresdian, "Mr. Colman, your wife is so young and beautiful. You two are a match made in heaven." Reagan blushed and lowered her head shyly, linking her arm through Zayne's. He simply smiled and didn't deny it. I stared at the screen expressionlessly. Then, I tossed my phone aside. I wasn't mad, nor was I saddened at all. After all, the happy couple would soon embark on their "bright future" together. The next morning, my phone suddenly started ringing just as dawn broke. Zayne's name flashed on the screen. My heart jolted me awake. Was this the call that would announce Reagan's death

For such an infamous and affluent man, Bayer’s funeral was nothing of the sort. It was so empty. I could count the number of people in attendance. My heart went out to his wife, a beautiful woman I was sure I’d seen on magazine covers. She looked distraught, her face void of makeup, eyes red and swollen, cheeks pale. The perfect image of a young widow mourning her husband. I saw someone click a photo or two. “This is so fucking boring,” Marcella nudged my ribs and whispered. From the moment we arrived till when the service commenced, she stayed glued to my side, her arm linked with mine. She didn't even let me go when I went up to greet everyone from work.

Her father stood fifteen feet away with his other wife and her twin daughters—Laura and Laurette in matching black dresses, whispering behind their hands, their eyes sliding over Shayla with barely concealed triumph. He hadn't paid for the funeral. Hadn't even offered. The state covered it....a pauper's burial for a woman who deserved so much more. Nobody spoke at the service. There was nothing to say. The priest read generic condolences that meant nothing. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Shayla threw dirt on the casket and felt nothing. She'd cried everything out three weeks ago. Now she was just empty. They were walking back to Ruby's car when the nausea hit.

He said nothing for a moment. “I… suppose you have heard the news already.” His voice cracked at the end. “My… wife and I will be taking a few days off to… to plan the funeral. If you would like to be a part of it, you are more than welcome. I know how close you two were, and she would… She would want you to be a part of it in some way…” My eyes burned with tears I didn’t know I had left in me. “Don’t put her in black,” I said. “She… She would have wanted a spring color.”

I walked up to the door and pulled it open, Karen’s glaring eyes pierced into me, making me flinch back. “Didn’t you get my message?” she snapped. I sighed in relief and my heart went back to its normal beat. “I was in a shower,” I replied bluntly. “Come with me, the lawyer is waiting,” she said, tilting her head towards the hallway. My eyes widened in disbelief as the towel in my hands dropped. “Lawyer, my dad’s funeral was today!” I protested. “You said that you wanted the will read after my husband’s funeral. Now that the funeral is over, can we read the will now?” She said.

"Shelia and I were in a second marriage. Hosting a grand funeral for her would be inappropriate. Don't involve the media. Handle it discreetly." "But..." "She doesn't need to be buried in the Nichols family cemetery. I'll finalize our divorce paperwork in a few days. She's no longer part of the family."

She had been there with Avery yesterday and naturally knew that I had gone to look for Rebecca. Recognizing her, Rebecca hurried over and apologized, "I'm so sorry. Noah was just joking. I'll make him apologize to you. Ryan is fine. Why would we cancel the engagement party?" As she spoke, she reached out to drag me over to apologize. But Avery's mother shook off Rebecca's hand at once and said coldly, "He wasn't joking. Ryan really did die yesterday. How can there be an engagement when the groom is dead?"