Novel & Cerita Jackie Hance Funeral

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.

MEANWHILE. Hannah and her friends went to the crematorium early that day. They were only at the gate when 10 burly men stopped their car and told them that the Miller family forbade anyone from entering the premises. Clarise shouted at them that her friend was the mother of the deceased. The men only stared at each other and reiterated what Lani told them to do. Zane roared at them in anger, "Can't you see our friend is grieving?" While Jack and Leon are about to get out of the car, Hannah stops them, "Don't... They are just following orders.... Let's not make a scene on my baby's fu...neral. Let her soul be at peace," she remarks as her voice breaks in agony.

" ...... 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.

"It's okay. It's Sean who made me like this, not the show or the designers. If I flinch at the moment, they'll be in trouble." "..." Jacqueline was slightly stunned. Was this girl really only 18 years old? She deserved to be the prime minister's daughter. Ordinary people couldn't be so tough. When they walk out, the cosmetician immediately went up to them. As hard as she could keep calm, Daisy was trying to sort out all the thoughts in her head. "How long would it take to attend a funeral from the capital to City Y?" Imperial Capital. The funeral of Hazel could only be described as miserable.

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.

Knowing there was no way to hide it for long, one of them said with a sigh, “He’s dead. Your grandfather, Harrison Quinn, passed away today at 3 p.m.” At that moment, Stephen completely froze.

Nicole held him tight. **** The day of Karen's funeral was a somber one, with a sea of black-clad mourners gathered to pay their respects to the loving mother and wife. Henry, Ashley, Lucas, and Nicole were seated in the front row, their faces etched with grief. As the service began, Henry made his way to the stage, his eyes red-rimmed from crying. He took a deep breath and began to speak, his voice shaking with emotion.

Chaz slapped Helen across the face, leaving her seeing stars. "You asked for it!" he bellowed. "Take her away!" While Helen was being shoved into a BMW, a black Maybach drove into The Dynasty's parking lot as well. Vicky was riding shotgun dressed in a bewitching purple dress, watching Frank as she asked, "Henry Lane's funeral will be held in a few days. Are you attending it?" "Yeah." Frank nodded somberly. "He saved my life. No matter what the Lanes did, I'll send him off one last time."