Jackie Hance Funeral Novels & Stories

Instead, they got a call later that day from the American embassy in Qatar reporting Jack’s death from a possible drug overdose. The Beaumont family descended into emotional chaos after the news. Elsie fainted, Lillian screamed nonstop, Emilia wailed and Kane struggled to hold onto his emotions. Even Samuel who wasn’t Jack’s favourite person wept when he returned from work and heard the tragic news. He may not have liked his brother-in-law but he surely hadn’t wanted him dead either. Kane swung into action, liaising with the Qatari authorities to transport Jack’s body back home. It took several days for that to happen, but once the body arrived, funeral plans were already underway.

She was glad; she wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. The ceremony only took a few minutes. Once Mr. and Mrs. Cook reached the pitcher's mound, Rev. Jones said a few words and asked everyone to join him in prayer. Once he concluded, Jack's parents took a small scoop of ashes from the urn, held by his Uncle Mike, and sprinkled them onto the mound. Some of them were caught in the light breeze, but precautions before the ceremony prevented them from hitting the crowd. Rev. Jones had done a wind test to position the family correctly. Once the ashes were released, there was another short prayer, and then Rev. Jones announced that everyone was welcome to join the family for a fune

It’s been a month since Grace’s death and it was the day of her funeral. Her death had come as a shock to everyone, including Jamie. It had been more shocking and unbelievable for him as he’d been with the woman the morning before she died. Yet, no one knew. It was only him, Sylvia and her personal bodyguard, Henry that were aware of the meeting but Henry had also lost his life in the accident that claimed her life.

Jackie, who usually gets things done quickly, stood there motionless. Darwin frowned displeased and looked up, “Didn’t you hear what I said?” "Mr. Solomon..." Jackie raised his head, his expression complicated. He looked at Darwin in disbelief. "Don't you know?" “Know what?” Darwin furrowed his eyebrows. Jackie's voice tightened, and his hand trembled slightly. "Secretary Woods' grandmother passed away at the end of April."

Dawn nodded, taking her hand and leading her out of the motel room. ~0~ As it was a beautiful spring day, the funeral took place outside. Lena took her place on one of the seats, thornless rose in hand, Casey and Dawn either side of her. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to say farewell to Shawna Davis and commit her into the hands of God…”

He had stayed with him after his father's death. Jackson turned around, eyes hooded. Still lying on the hospital bed, Master Zack appeared to be resting from fatigue and eventually drifted from sleep into unconsciousness. Jackson looked at Master Zack quietly, and Serenity stayed by Jackson's side the whole time, holding his hand firmly. *** Master Zack's funeral was in three days. The body was then placed into a refrigerated coffin in the Valor family's mourning hall.

" ...... He cried and shouted, pouring out his feelings in a way so raw and emotional that anyone watching would have been moved to tears. But was he an idiot? I was already dead, my body starting to rot, and he thought a few words could bring me back? I was not bothered by it anymore. He treated me like nothing when I was alive, and now, he wanted to act heartbroken at my grave? Whoever wanted him could have him. I was done. He stayed at my grave for half a day before heading back, making arrangements to move my remains to a burial site in Central High. He said he wanted me to be laid to rest in peace there. If I weren’t just a wandering spirit, I would have slapped him. Wasn’t I already re

Isaac strolled over, his arms around Joyce. "You're just actors Charlotte hired for this nonsense," he scoffed. "Drop it. Whatever she paid you, I'll double it to mourn Luck, just keep Joyce happy." He patted Joyce's head, and she tiptoed to kiss his cheek. "You're the best, honey. I want Luck to have the biggest funeral this city's ever seen." I broke free, watching the officials' faces darken. The Whitakers were digging their own graves.

The hall was crowded with Mafia leaders, underbosses, and almost all the powerful people from the entire world came to attend the funeral. Dad held Love's hand and walked near the coffins of Jack and Isabella, my daughter. She was watching with confusion. " What's this? " she asked. She was hesitating about taking steps ahead. " Jack is no more. " Dad bombarded the news. She didn't budge. She blinked her eyes. Her face got pale and blanched. Water was shining in her eyes. She was fighting with her tears to control them. She pressed her lips together.

"Serves her right! Seriously, how can someone be this cruel?" Hugh's rant got hotter by the second. I cut him off fast. "Enough. Today's my wife's funeral. I'm supposed to be grieving." I hit the bathroom mirror, didn't bother washing up—kept the wrecked, heartbroken look on purpose. Hugh gave me a once-over and nodded. We left for the funeral home. On the way, I slipped him a USB with the videos of Nancy alive, told him to play it only when I gave the cue.