Jackie Hance Funeral Novels & Stories

"I don't think we should move it." "We won't." Carter nodded. "He liked sitting there." "He did." "He could see the Christmas tree from there." Jack smiled. "That was why he picked that chair." Diane nodded. "He always said it was the best seat in the house." The three of them laughed quietly. Reality returned later that morning. There were phone calls to make. Arrangements to discuss. Paperwork. Family members to notify. The funeral home. The cemetery. The obituary. Jack hated every second of it.

"A lot has been going on in her life." Jack looks down after hearing Alex's answer. Not only did he feel sad about Rachel losing her mom, but he also feel bad about their misunderstanding a few days ago. Since that, Rachel had been ignoring him, even till today when he decides to come to her mother's funeral along with the rest of the guys. The funeral ceremony eventually comes to an end. All the guest starts to depart and go home. 7 PM...

I felt something I haven't felt before since I died — emotions. My father's tears or vulnerability was a part of him I never saw before. It felt very hard and distant, but a knock came on the door. "Alpha?" Dad sniffed, and in the next minute he was out of the grieving man's tears. "What is it?" The voice behind the door reported. "Lady Kira is ready to be buried, shall we proceed?" He took one last emotional look at my photo I never knew he had. "You'd be laid to rest, darling. and I shall make all amends and join you soon"

Lovingly, he said, "Let's not talk about her. It's your 'deathday' today. Of course I'm staying with you." Jackie told me he'd take me to the mountain and have a fireworks show during my last birthday. I waited for him the whole night and nearly fainted from the freezing cold. He never showed up. He told me he had an urgent meeting to handle. That urgent meeting was about a dead woman, of course. 'Do you like the videos, Wisteria? He told me he'd never have married you if it weren't for your family's resources. Oh right, that car crash? It was no accident. The truck driver was Jackie's distant relative.'

Throughout the elevator ride, I kept asking her what was going on, but she asked me to remain silent until we were alone. “What’s going on, Anna?” I asked her when she locked her office. “Jack Hughes is dead. His whole family was burned in a fire that erupted at his house. He, his wife, and their two kids were buried yesterday. He died a week ago. People suspect his death wasn’t accidental.” I was so shocked that I stumbled back and fell into one of the seats in Anna’s office. No. Jack couldn’t be dead. How could he be dead when I had just spoken to him shortly before I met Adrian?

Then he went to sit next to his parents, his mother hugged him and there he sat sobbing to his wife. When the day came to take her to the Black's mausoleum, Marcus went for his granddaughter telling her that they were going to say goodbye to her mother. Jenna carried a folded piece of paper in the pocket of the black dress she was wearing. After the mass at the mausoleum, the casket was opened to give her a final farewell, first her parents, then her mother-in-law. When Dereck went, he said goodbye asking for forgiveness very slowly, when it was Jenna's turn, first he looked at her mother there she seemed asleep, he took out the paper he had carried and everyone was silent to listen to her,

He was about to say something else when the sound of a car horn outside interrupted him. I wondered if the people I had scheduled from the funeral home had come to pick up Monica’s body. My wolf, Shadow, however, told me it wasn’t them—it was Alina coming to pick up Luke.

He struggled to sit up, insisting on going to the ICU to see Laura. I hurriedly stopped him. "Darling, Mom isn't in the ICU anymore." At those words, Michael immediately relaxed, forcing a faint smile. "I knew it. The hospital must've messed up. If she's already out of the ICU, then it can't be anything serious." What I said next chilled him to the bone. "Darling, you need to prepare yourself." The relief on his face faltered and finally drained away completely as I added, "Mom... has already been transferred to the morgue."

“I know about the will. It seems strange that you only got a small portion. But no matter what, I will try to help you behind your uncle’s back.” “Aunty ….” Amy hugged her aunt and sobbed. “Thank you. I don’t know what to do. Jillian is still unconscious in the hospital.” “Don’t worry. I will try my best to help you, but we must be careful. Now, let’s attend the funeral.” Amy and Becky returned to the crowd. More people attended the funeral. The priest already came too, and he shook hands with Tom, Amy’s cousins, Becky, and Amy. After saying his condolences, the priest said, “Shall we start the funeral now?” he asked Amy and Tom.

he asked, like we hadn't just heard the same thing. Katy answered for me. "Did you not just hear me say it? Jackie's gone." "Gone?" he echoed. Katy nodded. "Dead. Last night." He paused, then shrugged. Like she'd just told him the cafeteria ran out of pizza. "Seriously?" he asked. "How?" "Heart failure," Katy said. "They're saying it was secondary to something else. Something with an A, but it means suffocating. Weird, right?" Victor tilted his head. "Strange for that to happen all of a sudden."