Jackie Hance Funeral Novels & Stories

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."

After a moment, she said slowly, "Fine. I'll plead guilty. But I haven't arranged my brother's funeral yet. Give me some time." The officer nodded. "Our officers will stay with you until the funeral is over." "I understand." Zoey answered flatly, then got to her feet, her face pale, and called the cemetery plot salesman. "How much is your most expensive plot? I'll wire the money right now." I couldn't hear what the salesman said to her. She hung up without a flicker of expression and transferred the money. Over the next few days, everything she did was closely monitored. Unlike when she first learned of my death, she showed no emotion at all.

“You just left us! How are my son and I supposed to survive?” Xena clung to James’s coffin, sobbing uncontrollably, her eyes red and swollen. Beside her, Charlie, a boy around seven or eight years old, wailed just as loudly, crying out, “Daddy!” Relatives, coworkers, and other onlookers exchanged knowing glances, some barely suppressing smirks at the dramatic scene unfolding before them. Before I could say anything, Mia shoved Charlie away. “Get lost! That’s my dad! Don’t call him that!”

Harvey then called His Love Funeral Home Director, Mr Angel, and said, “Hello, Mr Angel. You are speaking to Harvey Stanton. Please meet me at OR Tambo International Airport in an hour.” Mr Angel nodded his head and asked, “Hello, Mr Stanton. I am sorry for your loss. Should I bring a coffin, Mr Stanton?” Mr Stanton shook his head and replied, “Please don’t bring anything, Mr Angel.” Then they hung up. When Harvey and others arrived at the airport, Kingston and Mr Angel were waiting for them. Mr Angel approached Harvey, and he greeted him with respect. Then he took the coffin from his arms and placed it in the hearse. Harvey looked at Mr Angel and said, “Thank you for coming on short notice,

I guess now, Selene could finally understand what it felt like when Lucian left me to stay with her during my final days. How ironic. … My funeral was held at one of the most exclusive funeral homes in Manhattan. I had made it clear to Milo that I didn’t want anything too grand. I didn’t want a crowd of people coming just to pay their respects. I asked for simplicity — just some close friends and family would have been perfect. I followed Milo into my own funeral. White lilies adorned the entrance, and from where I stood, I could see my parents inside, crying in front of my photo. My friends were there too, their faces a mix of grief and disbelief.

he finished and I had to wipe a tear from my face. I got up to hug him. He held me tight and I clung to him. He breathed in my scent and I buried my face in his neck as hot tears rolled down my face before trickling down his skin. Arms wrapped around my waist and I was pulled back. Tasha smiled up at me while the other five guys joined Falcon and the head of the funeral home. Valerie took my hand on my other side to follow the men as they carried the casket down to the open hole in the family plot at the cemetery the funeral home sat in front of. I tuned out the words of goodbye that people spoke as they shoveled dirt into the hole.

Then I saw Sophia right behind Jakes. Brian and several staffs from the Hallow-Hospital were there. The only people missing were the Halloways, except Sebastian. As I watched, a priest that I knew from childhood when I used to follow my mom to a Baptist church drove in and started conducting a funeral service. When the casket was opened for the final time before they lower it into the grave. Surprisingly, I saw myself lying inside the casket with worms crawling all around the casket and even on me.

"Why didn't you take care of their last affairs when they passed back then?" She was stunned. "What did you just say?" "They're dead. Both of them." He waved at her dismissively as he continued blandly, "After what happened to his son, Chance passed away on the spot. His wife didn't last more than a few days afterward. "Everyone in the neighborhood helped with the funerals. Their ashes are still stored in the crematorium, uncollected." I watched as Yuna abruptly clenched her fingers around her phone. Her knuckles were stark white.

Including her parents, Sebastian, Daniel, William, Bella, Katherine and Alex, there were some more relatives and important people from the company. "Today we all have gathered here for the funeral for a really sweet soul, Chloe, Chloe Jones. She was the only daughter of Mr and Mrs Jones. She passed out two days ago in a car accident. We all shall pray for the peace of her soul and let her go from all the attachment she might have with everyone here." The priest said and everyone closed their eyes to send their prayers. "Amen." The priest said and ended the funeral. Her mother hugged her father as soon as the funeral ended and cried silently on his shoulder. He cried silently as well. They al