Jackie Hance Funeral Novels & Stories

Her soft grip on my shoulders felt good, like she were capable of infusing warmth into my cold soul with enough pressure. "Sure. That would be nice." I glanced over my shoulder at her and offered a sad smile. "Thanks for taking off this week to be around me. I've needed it. Needed you." I put my hands on hers and squeezed them softly. "I'd do anything for you. You're like a sister to me." She leaned over and kissed the top of my head. Her long blond hair cascaded down around my shoulders and tickled my cheek. "Jace is going to be one of the pall bearers at the funeral. You're okay with that, right?"

Immediately I finish talking, people started moving out of the chapel. “Okay.” Rio joins the moving crowd and I follow behind him. I have had my own fair share of funerals as Mrs. Park had insisted we attended every single one, but I had somehow forgotten the amount of crying and shouting that happens in them. I do remember always wondering if the tears were real or if they were just putting on a show. Right now, the pain felt real, but I couldn’t bring myself to shed a tear. “Aren’t you supposed to be up there?” Rio points to the front where Jack’s coffin is being lowered into the ground. “You are family too.”

She sighed as she leaned in the chair holding her now pounding head. As another week passed the funeral was coming up as Janet helped the decorations at this fancy funeral home that was held outside like a wedding with a canopy over the head to catch any rain if the weather didn’t want to act right. Janet had posters of pictures of Jason and Alyssa in the front covered by flowers and a huge casket meant to fit two, but was empty. The police still couldn’t find the bodies and it was frustrating that she had to hold this funeral without them.

She smiled at me. "Very good Diamind. Very, very good observation and analysis. I am happy to learn that this year I got someone this intelligent. Excellent. I believe that you are right my little Diamond. This can be very much possible. Lord Higgins, have you made the preparations for the funeral?" She asked changing the topic so swiftly and coming to hear of it, I finally let a tear fall from my eye. There was just a head left to bury. "Yes Lady Hannah. It will be tomorrow, early in the morning at 5:00 am." He replied with his eyes looking down on the floor. Respectful movement.

Three days later, the "United Front" made its first public appearance since the disaster. The funeral for Marcus was held at a small, private cemetery overlooking the Hudson. It was a cold, somber affair, attended by the elite of New York—the same people who had watched Ivy’s humiliation at the gala. Dante stood at the head of the casket, dressed in impeccable black, his hand firmly holding Ivy’s. She wore a veil of black lace that obscured her eyes, making her look like a mourning widow before she was even a bride.

My funeral was held three days later in Queens Cemetery. Next to my mother’s grave, there was now a fresh mound of earth. Very few people came. There were John, a few elderly members of the family, and Dr. Harrison from Mount Sinai Hospital. The coffin was white, and Vincent had it covered in white roses from end to end. He didn’t say a single word the entire time. After the funeral ended, Elena finally arrived. She was dressed in black, her eyes swollen and red.

The doors opened. “Jackie Ackerman?” a woman wearing blue scrubs asked. “Yes. I’m here. I’m Jackie.” The woman wandered over. Fatigue lined the skin around her eyes, but her face remained blank. “I’m Doctor Silsbee. I headed the team that worked on your son.” “How is he?” She paused. “I’m sorry but he didn’t make it.” “What? Didn’t make it as in…he died?” “Yes. I’m sorry. He coded twice and our attempts to revive him were unsuccessful.”

Sean, Troy, and Jacqueline surrounded the bed to bid their final farewell. Olivia walked up to them and offered solace. "We should dress him up so that he can leave with dignity." Terry led a team of professional morticians into the room. The others were requested to leave the room for now. "I'm sorry, Dr. Fordham. Too many things are happening at the same time so suddenly," said Jacqueline. Olivia sighed. "It's not like we could see it coming. I'm sorry for your loss, Ms. Jacqueline. Your family is counting on you now."

Then I smiled and looked at him sleeping, a hot tear rolled down the corner of his eye. Early in the morning, the people of the funeral procession came, and the mournful sound and chanting music sounded to wake everyone up. It's time to send him off. The coffin lid closed tightly, and Chan Phong's mother ran to hug the coffin, sobbed, and I went to pull her body up, Jack also quickly ran to support her body, trying to suppress her grief and help her up. car to the burial place, along the way, I always hold her trembling arm. During the funeral, I still did not see Thien Kim's figure.

They didn't know her much but the fact that she simply just woke up from a coma and then is murdered less than a year later is more than enough to get her pitied by anyone who has a conscience. And she's their boss's mum as well. Everyone in the hall is dressed in black or has something black. Jean was a Christian so they had a service where a lot of people said good things about her, although few, they said a lot of positive things about her. Ford, Darlene, Harry, sitting in his wheelchair, and Tanya attend the funeral service. Sue notices their entrance, same time as Jean and then the reporters who has a field day taking pictures of them.