Novel & Cerita Grown Ups Funeral Scene

This morning I was neat in a black midi dress with long sleeves. It was Stefan De Sanctis' funeral, which, rather than grieving... a celebration would be more fitting. Not a single face was streaked with tears. His parents just showed up looking as relaxed as ever with funerals at the hands of their murderous family members or because Stefan de Sanctis was as annoying as Nicholas said he was until all that was seen was the faint pleasure on his family's faces.

One of them looks amused while the others all look gloomy. We take a seat in front and the priest came up. Ugh, another funeral! I can't take any more of this. The priest starts talking but I can't concentrate on what he says I only wish that this is all a nightmare and that Apollo and Aris would walk in saying they are still alive but sadly this is real life and not some fantasy. I hear the priest say we all should pray together as I notice the man from earlier watching us as if he wants to see if we are really crying or mourning.

“Better luck next time. See you at my Dad’s funeral.” ——————— It had been two days since I last saw my boss. Ever since that incident inside the studio where we almost got caught hooking up, I never received any texts from him in the app. I thought he was ignoring me. But then I remembered maybe he was just busy with his dad's funeral and all the stuff going on in the company. I was confused with how the funeral party looked more of a retirement celebration for the founder of the SPA Network Corporation. Everyone was dressed black, yes, but none of them seemed to be grieving. In fact all had nothing but a glass of champagne in their hands.

I could almost smell the sweetness of a frappuccino and the scent of fried chicken, and feel the wind from the roller coaster rushing past my face. Death wasn't frightening. What was frightening was never truly having lived at all. As the final traces of sunlight disappeared into the horizon, I slowly closed my eyes. Somewhere below, I heard heartbroken cries echoing upward. The sound passed through the glass, but it could no longer reach my world. My funeral was simple. Just as I'd requested in my letter, there was no cemetery and no ceremony. My ashes were scattered into the sea. My parents seemed to turn gray overnight. They wanted to keep my urn, but Alyssa stopped them.

"Who would believe he's a priest? He's wearing sneakers." "It's a movie, Liv. Suspension of disbelief." "Suspension of disbelief doesn't cover that haircut." Ethan laughed, his shoulders shaking. "You're being too hard on him." "I'm being honest. That haircut is a crime." Another scene played out. The characters were at a funeral, and one of them jumped out of the casket to tag someone. I shook my head. "Who does that? At a funeral?" "Someone who's been playing tag for thirty years."

JADE “Thank you. Thank you for coming.” I tried to feign a smile, to act like the deep hole in my heart wasn't eating at me. Not many people attended the funeral. Most of them were distant relatives I didn't even know existed. My feet hurt where I stood and I was very sure I have run out of tears. My stomach growled, as I watched the old men and women move around the house, stuffing their faces with food. If I didn't know any better, I would think that it was a black themed birthday party because of the lack of sadness in the air.

The doctor continued trying to save grandfather life and the next minute Nolan could clearly heard the beep of the life machine continuously, and soon Grandfather was declared dead. - The funeral was held immediately at the Rothschild big mansion, Cars of different colors, sizes and version were stopping right in front of the Rothschild building With different people alighting and walking into the big Mansion, They were all clad in black outfit but yet they still look classic and Rich. Many had came to mourn Grandfather death but however it doesn’t looked that way, Most of them were there to enhance their business, Many were busy waiting for the moment where they began sharing the shares bet

20 years back▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ a lady and 9 years old boy continuously weeping infront of a corpse listening to people's words hurting them most than the loss they faced man 1 : see what a pitiful life of them man 2 : now who'll look after them man 1 : I'm sure they're burden to everyone

In the car, they remained silent the entire way. My funeral was held in my father’s pack. My coffin was laid in a grave, with everyone placing flowers on top of it. My mother was leaning against my father’s shoulder, crying uncontrollably. I rushed forward to hug her, but I couldn’t. My hands simply passed through her body. Caden stepped forward and placed a bouquet of white roses on my coffin, and Drake followed him. Seeing Drake, my mother lost control. She lunged at him, pushing him away.

My funeral was held three days later. The sky was overcast, and a fine drizzle fell like tears from the sky. All of the family's friends and relatives came. They were mostly relatives on Mom's side, along with some of Dad's old colleagues. Dressed in black, they showed up with solemn expressions and spoke in hushed voices. Mom looked like she'd aged two decades overnight. Dad's hair looked a lot grayer now as he stared blankly at the tombstone.