Grown Ups Funeral Scene Novels & Stories

After the SAT results come out, the girl everyone knows as the school's scholarship case throws a lavish graduation party. That same night, I get a text alert saying my credit card has been maxed out. I go to confront her, but she's already in my boyfriend's arms, sobbing like she's the victim. "Just because I'm on financial aid, I'm not allowed to throw a party?" My boyfriend rushes to comfort her and turns on me instead. "Your family's loaded anyway. Spending a little on Lacey isn't going to kill you." Sure, my family has money, but I'm not a saint, and I don't see why I should be footing her bills. I refuse to back down. I call the police to make her pay me back, but my boyfriend re

Rain drizzled down, warm and sticky against my skin, adding to the suffocating heaviness in the air. Grief and curiosity mingled like oil and water, turning the funeral into a warped kind of spectacle. The Midnight Orchid Pack didn’t do tragedy quietly. The entire pack had turned up, dressed in sleek black as if mourning was some kind of fashion show. I wondered how many of them were here to grieve and how many just wanted to gawk at the former Luna’s coffin being lowered into the ground. “They say she died during childbirth,” someone whispered just ahead of me, their voice carrying through the humid air.

Once I was happy that my appearance was as concealed as I could get it, I met with Kiyan and Parker at the front door. The graveyard had an eery feeling to it. The skies had begun to fill with the greyness of clouds and for a moment, I wondered if they were a reflection of how Nicholas was feeling. I hadn’t seen him before I’d left. There was so much we still needed to talk about, but for now, I wanted to think about Dante. The funeral took place at the centre of the graveyard with only a small group of people surrounding the coffin. In fact, most of the people there were part of the staff back home and only a few of the faces were unfamiliar.

“I love you Mom.” TJ and Dawn stand with their parents in slience for a while. Tootsie and I stand off to the side to let them grieve in their own way. The goddess knows these two have earned that right. We hold the funerals in the rain the next day. Wesley and Bridget are here with Mark, Tyson, Nate and Matt. I also see Dawn’s grandfather, Mac here. Several of the Chicago and New York Bosses are here. Dawn and TJ lay roses on their parents caskets, followed by the associates who have traveled so far on short noise.

Anastasia By the time I get there, the funeral is already packed. Hunters stand in neat rows, their faces grim, their expressions unreadable. The air feels thick, heavy with something more than just grief. Chief stands near the altar, his posture stiff, his hands clasped behind his back. Beside him is the casket, shut tight. I don’t need to see inside to know why. There wouldn’t be a body, just what’s left of Ralph, broken and torn apart.

"Dad, where are you going?" asked an eighteen-year-old boy, who got up from the sofa when he saw that the adult man called 'Dad' had dressed up. "Are you going to the funeral?" the young man asked again. The grown man looked stunned at his question. However, he quickly regained control of his thoughts. "Yes, I'm going to the funeral," the grown man replied, with a gentle smile. "Alright. I'm coming with you." The young man pranced a little happily.

The orchestra’s music played from the background as we escorted the corpse to the graveyard. There I met the crowd all in black different graves all different sizes with different epitaphs on them. My grandfather lived an honorable life and I know for sure that he was in a good place. The well-wishers where there waiting. The moment the corpse arrived some began to wail and cry. I had my sun glasses on with Maria and Lisa by my side. My staff all dressed in black. Giorgio, Dominico and his family, The Lucchess’ the Richards, the Taylors and many more well-wishers and business associates present.

He dared not stop Thomas as he was also afraid of being beaten up. Therefore, Thomas and Diana entered the ballroom next door. A coffin had been placed in the ballroom, and there was a pastor who was reading a sermon. Meanwhile, a group of people was playing some funeral songs. They were doing all kinds of depressing stuff. Some people were even purposely crying during the funeral. They knelt on the ground and cried sorrowfully. There were two tables of people, and each of them looked strong and muscular. There were also some tattoos on their bodies, and they looked like they were not easy to deal with.

Chapter 112 en Funeral. The sky was overcast as all members of the Kim family were at the funeral to commemorate the passing of Melisa and Darren Kim. Fredy Kim with his three grandchildren dressed in all black. The clock struck eight over seventeen minutes as a religious leader standing on the far right began to recite a prayer for Jessica's late parents.

All this will be nothing but trash. After leaving Dustin's place, I made a beeline for Zephyr City's grandest funeral home. The ambiance was serene, with soft lighting and the mingling fragrances of lilies and candles. A somber-suited funeral manager approached me, his voice deep and courteous as he said, "Good afternoon. Whose funeral is it?" I cut to the chase. "I need a funeral. The most lavish one you can pull off. Don't worry about the cost." The manager blinked, taken aback. Then, he asked, "Forgive me, but whose funeral are we planning?"