Jackie Hance Funeral Novels & Stories

He took away the money and said, “Do you have a cigarette? I want to smoke.” “Follow me!” Monica brought Jack out of the reception room. Outside, a few police officers were dealing with the scene of death. The body was covered with a white cloth. Jack took a few glances and whispered, “Are they really dead?” Monica did not answer him. She called Willie over and asked him if he still had a cigarette. Willie looked at Jack unkindly and then took out a cigarette. Jack took it and put it in his mouth. Willie took out a lighter and lit it for him.

He was so lost in it that he didn't even hear Jacklyn coming down the stairs. "What's got you so deep in thought?" she asked, eyeing him curiously. Liam rarely drifted off like that. He turned the invitation over in his hands. "Your memorial service notice. Eugene's holding it in Cyrelia. He had Kacey drop it off at Robertson Group in person." He looked up from the paper and met Jacklyn's eyes. "Looks like Eugene's finally accepted that you're gone, Jackie. You can rest easy now."

The little girl was held up by Jake, who made her kiss her mother. "Mamma's sleep," the child said, as she kissed the pale lips which would never smile on her again. There was a fresh outburst of sobs and tears from the spectators, and then the coffin was closed, and the procession took its way across the hot sands to the little enclosure in the clearing, where other members of the Harris family were buried. Remembering the impatience of the people in the house, Mr. Mason wished to shorten the service at the grave, but Jake said: "No. We'll have the whole figger for Miss Dory." Mr. Mason went the whole figure with uncovered head under the broiling sun, and when he was through he felt as if h

I smiled and whispered to him, "Sorry for making you worry." He stayed silent, gently embracing me and patting my back. After a while, I told my family, "We need to move on with our lives. We don't need to attend Grace’s funeral." We, indeed, didn't show up at the funeral. Johnson handled everything. It was hastily done, and she was buried in Haven Cemetery. The day after the burial, I brought my family to pay respects. The newly developed cemetery seemed desolate but serene. On the tombstone, Grace's photo showed her smiling kindly.

He held the gin glass in front of him and listened. “Jodi has decided to have a small out of town service for the baby. We’re going to Lynx Lake to spread the baby’s ashes. She thinks it will bring closure to all this. Do you wish to attend?” Jackie asked crisply. Matt wiped his face with his hand. A service. A service to honor his son. “Uh, yes, of course.” Of all the times for me to be stinking drunk. He tried to focus - to pull himself together.

Salome left in a hurry after saying those words. Joaquin's thighs were already numb from Ella's head, so Bruce assisted him in getting to his feet. While waiting for Joaquin to warm up and stretch his legs, Bruce supported Ella's head to keep her from falling on the bench. Joaquin carried Ella in his arms, and they walked to the parking lot where Bruce had parked the hearse. "I knew it!" Joaquin exclaimed. "My men were correct that the funeral home with which you are working owns that hearse," he gladly confirmed.

I lay completely paralyzed on the cold hospital bed, the rhythmic, hollow beep … beep … beep … of the heart monitor the only sound keeping me tethered to the living world. So when the door clicked open, I prayed to see Lucas, my husband's younger brother. A faint flicker of comfort touched my chest. I thought he was coming to bid me a final goodbye before my organs gave out completely—before I could finally slip away and reunite in heaven with my sweet Adrian. But it wasn't Lucas who stepped into the room. A woman walked in, her heels clicking softly against the linoleum. She was dressed in an expensive, tailored cream dress, her long brown hair falling flawlessly over her shoulders. But it

She'd hated it and when she left him she'd gone back to wearing those colors he hated, but today, navy would be perfect. One last quick look in the mirror and she was ready. She’d already made a call to Blackenstock Funeral Home, and Jeremy Blackenstock himself would be meeting with her. He’d been very solicitous on the phone. Of course, he understood the media attention Christopher's funeral would draw. Not to mention all of Christopher's business colleagues and politicians who would be in attendance.