Grown Ups Funeral Scene Novels & Stories

Grandpa was one of the few people who truly believed in me, who saw the good in me even when I couldn’t see it myself. Knoxx’s voice from the other room snaps me out of my thoughts. “Caroline, are you ready? We need to leave soon.” I take a deep breath, smoothing out my black dress. “Coming,” I call back, though my voice wavers. The funeral is somber, filled with muted conversations and quiet sobs. As I stand among the crowd, I notice how everyone seems to be gravitating toward Dolly. She’s dressed modestly but elegantly, playing the part of the grieving family member flawlessly.

"Don't say that. I'll help you—I'll stay until you get better." "You know that's not happening. Just help me with this one last thing, okay?" I picked the same funeral home where Mrs. Palmer was buried. It took three coughing fits and a trail of blood just to get there. The staff looked uneasy when they realized the girl planning the funeral was the one dying. A few of the older ones already had tears in their eyes. I waved it off, slapped my card on the counter. "Doesn't matter if it's ten grand or five hundred—just make sure I'm cremated. Throw in some glitter with the ashes. Girls like sparkle."

Chapter37 The funeral The day of the funeral arrives and the Delacroix family and friends gather to bid a final farewell to Karma's parents. The atmosphere is heavy with grief but also filled with love and support. Karma, accompanied by Me, Kie, Bella, Matt, Sam, Sophia, Lucas, Brent, Lyra, and Jameson walked into the somber ceremony, Karma's eyes brimming with tears. The mournful melodies of the funeral dirge envelop them, and the soft whispers of condolences from friends and family fill the air.

Henry was a wreck. Both sons have gone quiet. No words nothing came out of their mouth. Matt was beside the old lady, who seem even older in the mere night. Grandma wasn't having a grip over her emotions. Luna was a lifeless body, just moving around a bit and more ceased to the ground next to Head Alpha's coffin. She had one hand over the coffin and the other on her heart. The whole packhouse was in grave silence. Pack members gathered at the pack grounds; the funeral was held in the dim light of the setting sun. The evening has lifted the funeral pain to a lot higher level.

“If I leave now, who's gonna give this to you?” The diamond glimmered. It was nothing compared to the one Lucas had once shown to her. Harold's left eye was twitching, seemingly irritated. “What are you guys discussing? What is so funny that you are laughing at!?” Jason composed himself. “My apologies, Uncle.” “Jason, Heidi… take your food and go outside,” Grandpa Jeffery spoke in a soft voice. “Right here, we're observing a funeral.” “A funeral for what?” Heidi frowned, wondering who might be dead again.

Since the police weren’t finished with their investigation they weren’t going to release her body until Saturday, so the funeral was going to be at four o’clock on Sunday at the Forest Lawn Cemetery in Hollywood Hills. Jenny knew the place. It was a beautiful cemetery, if one could call cemeteries beautiful, with a duck pond, marble statues, and a view overlooking the entire valley. Jenny and Gayle had gone there once or twice to feed the ducks and walk around reading headstones and making up stories about the people who were buried there. After, they would go into the gift shop and read the sympathy cards making up their own joke punch lines. They never thought that death would touch them,

The next few days are hellish. I don't return to the King mansion. This nightmare feels too long. Mint and Dad seem to have become lifeless zombies but I am no different. We still haven't come to terms. The funeral is prepared in a blur and it's only the three of us who are present. I know we should invite Mum's friends but we aren't in a good state ourselves right now. Our eyes are bloodshot and we have dark circles from the sleepless nights.

Probably touching up her makeup. Probably arguing with Laura about something stupid. Completely unaware that someone was about to strip her naked in front of everyone she grew up around. I had fifty-seven minutes. The funeral just became a public execution.

"We'll do this together." I felt so happy. No one had ever done something like this for me before. "Thank you," I said. "This means a lot." We decided to celebrate with some wine. Two days later, it was time for Grandpa's funeral. I was nervous about seeing everyone again. Rodney drove us to the funeral. I held Velma's hand tight. "You'll be great," Rodney said. When we got there, I was shocked. It looked more like a party than a funeral.

Dying mid-climax in the arms of his mistress was the ultimate punchline. As the congregation shuffles toward the exits, knowing the family's wishes for a private cremation, we remain in our seats, watching the open casket like hawks. A few mourners approach the altar with lilies and drop them over the late elder’s chest. Then, the nurse joins them, her massive hips swaying beneath the black fabric like a deliberate provocation. We watch her drop her flower, bow her head in a silent prayer, and walk away sobbing. She lifts her head suddenly.