Jackie Hance Funeral Novels & Stories

The gifts I never received all ended up in Warren's hands. I had known that fact for a long time. The corners of my lips lifted, and I forced a smile. I decided to forget it. I'd treat this as a farewell ceremony. Once dawn arrived, we'd go our separate ways. I stepped aside and let her enter. Smiling, she set down the cake. "I checked with the funeral home. Your father's remains have already been cremated and buried. Before coming here, I went to pay my respects." When I didn't respond, she handed me an anniversary gift and then began cutting the cake.

-My eyes darted down to the black dress that hugged me tight- I was saying goodbye to another forever. Yeah, it was Joseph's funeral. Since his family needed time to arrive, the burial had been held off for three days. I wondered what kind of children left their old father to rot alone in an old age home and now in a morgue. It disgusted me to the bones. A knock sounded at my bathroom door. "Haze? It's time. We have to go," Brooke informed. I nodded but then realized she couldn't see me and yelled a small, "Coming." Looking back at the mirror, I breathed deep and forced all the melancholy in the back of my head. I had to stay strong today, for the whole senior home would be there at the cere

The funeral was held in the chapel on a gray afternoon. Rain drummed against the stained glass windows, turning everything dim and cold. I sat in the back row, my hands clenched in my lap. I couldn’t stop staring at the closed casket at the front of the room. Dark wood. Silver handles. A photo of Helione smiling, her eyes bright and alive. She’d never smile again. Because of me. “We gather here today to remember Helione Vance,” the chaplain said. His voice echoed off the stone walls. “A bright student. A loyal friend. Taken from us too soon.”

Peacefully, without pain, exactly as he'd hoped. Lucy found him when she came to check on him at dawn. He looked calm, almost smiling, his hand still holding the photograph of Rebecca he'd kept on his nightstand. She sat beside him for a long time, holding his other hand, saying goodbye to the man who'd been her whole world for so many years. William found her there an hour later, called the hospice nurse, handled the practical matters while Lucy remained frozen in grief. The funeral was small and dignified. Jackson had planned it himself, leaving detailed instructions about music and readings, even writing his own obituary that made everyone laugh through their tears.

“Miss, the men we sent out have managed to investigate everything clearly. Dayton Night has really passed away due to an illness.” Somehow, Quincy did not manage to keep a tight grip on her pen. It fell onto the table with a crash. ... At the cemetery. Quincy brought her two children with her as they offered their respects in front of a nameless grave. Terry was arranging the offerings beside them. “Mommy, who are we paying our respects to?” Little Cupcake asked. Quincy pulled back her train of thought and said, “It’s an old friend.” Since Dayton had died, she should just let the past remain in the past. She should let him rest in peace.

Ana now didn't really know where she stood but she then just walked in with the crowd and walked towards the casket to stare at Mariana. In the evening, Mariana's casket was lowered to the ground and Jack inhaled sharply and could only recall his mother's happy face. She was always smiling while battling with the disease. Even though she was hurting inside, she never showed it once to his face and Jack clenched his jaw and Grace stood next to him and was clinging to him like a koala on a tree. Once the pastor had completed the prayers and everyone had tossed in flowers, everyone began to disperse shortly passing their last respects towards the family. Only Jack, Grace, Kent, Ana and Mariana'

Janet asked, making Jack look at her wide-eyed. That wasn’t very nice, Janet. I mind-linked her. I just want to know what we are dealing with. She answered. We need to know how much it will cost us to take care of her. “She is in a little bit of trouble,” Jack mumbled, narrowing his eyes at my mate. I could tell that Jack was pissed at my mate for asking that. I sighed and looked around. So many people were going to the funeral. Most of them were crying and comforting each other. It was obvious that Leah was very loved.

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.

He took away the money and said, “Do you have a cigarette? I want to smoke.” “Follow me!” Monica brought Jack out of the reception room. Outside, a few police officers were dealing with the scene of death. The body was covered with a white cloth. Jack took a few glances and whispered, “Are they really dead?” Monica did not answer him. She called Willie over and asked him if he still had a cigarette. Willie looked at Jack unkindly and then took out a cigarette. Jack took it and put it in his mouth. Willie took out a lighter and lit it for him.

He was so lost in it that he didn't even hear Jacklyn coming down the stairs. "What's got you so deep in thought?" she asked, eyeing him curiously. Liam rarely drifted off like that. He turned the invitation over in his hands. "Your memorial service notice. Eugene's holding it in Cyrelia. He had Kacey drop it off at Robertson Group in person." He looked up from the paper and met Jacklyn's eyes. "Looks like Eugene's finally accepted that you're gone, Jackie. You can rest easy now."