Jada Pinkett At Tupac Funeral Novels & Stories

A screen sat at the far back of the room, allowing us to see what we looked like as the footage was streamed to every television station in the country. Jada had chosen our outfits and did a killer job at that. The black ensemble I wore contrasted perfectly with my frosted hair and paired well with Nox’s white dress shirt and dark slacks. She’d made our differences stand out, while also uniting us. It took over an hour, but we read through the names of the deceased one-by-one. Each life lost that day, regardless of what side they stood on, was a friend, family member, and somebody’s mate. The ones they left behind deserved the respect of being able to mourn them.

Tasha had wanted to come for moral support, but an emergency executive review at Vanguard had kept her chained to her desk. ​As the funeral service began, I stared at the polished mahogany casket resting above the dark soil. A small crowd of high-society mourners sat on the folding chairs arranged under the black canopy—most notably, a dignified woman in a black lace veil flanked by two teenage children, a boy and a girl, both weeping softly into their handkerchiefs. ​My father's other family. My step-siblings. ​I swallowed the lump in my throat as the minister spoke of Jonathan Vance's legacy, his achievements, and his love for his family. Hearing strangers paint a picture of a devoted patr

Tabitha wouldn't be surprised if she heard another rumor that Ethan was having affairs with some girls in Seattle. The funeral was held like a circus show. The gossip appetites of the scandal-raised society are filled with journalists competing to write the most sensational news. The teenage girl who died with Ethan was seventeen years old. Amanda Jackson, who managed to look beautiful in a black dress by a famous designer and hair styled by a renowned salon, still looks so sad. One time she clung to her husband, Erick Jackson, and burst into tears. The next time she berates her elder son Keith for not being at the funeral.

She seemed to be in disbelief as a quiet ache hit her. It rained lightly on the day of the funeral. Zedd arrived early, standing silently before the grave with a black umbrella in hand. Most people left after paying their respects. In the end, only Seraphine and Zedd were left standing at the grave. Her eyes were deep and unreadable, betraying no trace of emotion. "When did he find out about the cancer?"

She just smiled while holding her chin. "I'm just going to tell you, Auntie. I'm just going to finish processing Kendra's funeral, which... It's not finished processing yet. Then I'll be back, hehe..." The three of us suddenly became quiet here. Only the three of us were facing each other here, far away from the many people who sympathized with Kendra's death. Today is Kendra's funeral. Beside her coffin is her baby, who has never experienced life in this world. It's sad to think. Because they are our relatives, mommy and I are here.

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.

I wanted to go to her, to hold her and tell her everything would be okay but I knew it wouldn’t be possible as we both had to come to terms with this loss. The funeral passed in a blur. People spoke of Jacque’s legacy, his strength, his integrity. I zoned out at some point, my strength was beginning to fail me even physically as each word felt like a punch to my chest, each sentence a reminder that he was never coming back. Rebel didn’t cry, just stood there, silent, her gaze fixed on the coffin as if she couldn’t quite believe he was gone as we watched the coffin being placed in the ground. I had hoped she might find comfort in the presence of the people around to balance her emotions but i

Just like that, after hours of waiting for a change in news, denial of someone you know dying, Oscar was declared dead on the news and everywhere. Soon, hours passed, and everyone came to terms with it, except Britney, who refused to leave his side. They had to ask for an hour for her to be with his body. I could imagine her trying to wake him or something. Then a few more hours passed. Even Mom was here, while Parker was now with Rodrigo. He came to pick her up. The funeral preparations started, with Christian showing up and Maggie surprisingly by Anthony’s side instead of Jerry.

This was the first time she had laughed so happily in the past few days. At ten o'clock in the morning, Kiki's funeral was held at the funeral parlor. After the wake, Kiki was sent for cremation. Elliot held Layla in one hand and gave her a tissue with the other so that she could wipe her tears. "Let's go home!" Avery said. "Okay." After coming out of the funeral parlor, they were ready to head to the parking lot.

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,