John Travolta Wife Funeral Pictures Novels & Stories

She started grabbing at her dark curls and shaking her head from side to side as she whimpered through the tears. “Are you serious? Fuck. Hey, hey it’s alright, I’ve got you. Shhhhhhhh.” Hollis muttered softly as she wrapped her long arms around Whitney’s, effectively pinning them to her sides so she couldn’t tug at her scalp anymore. She rocked them back and forth on the bed as Whitney leaned forward with all her weight and wept unabashedly. “I’m so sorry, baby.” Hollis rested her blonde head against the distraught woman’s back and fixated her gaze on the TV. A million and one questions ran through her head just before the program switched back to covering Theresa’s story. “The deceased act

“Don, please accept our condolences.” “Condolences? What?” Elijah couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His gaze turned sharp, almost murderous. “What nonsense are you talking about? My family is perfectly fine.” The officer sighed and handed over a document. “We just received a report from Via Tribunali. Based on the items found at the scene and identity confirmation, the deceased is your wife, Mrs. Hazel Foster.” Elijah froze for two seconds. Then he suddenly grabbed the officer by the collar, his eyes red with fury.

But even before that tragedy struck, Solomon had already been drowning in grief. Years earlier, his wife had been diagnosed with cancer. Back then, he had left the country with her, traveling abroad in search of treatment, desperate to save her life. In doing so, he had unknowingly left his son Troy to handle everything at home alone. In the end… none of the treatments worked. His wife eventually lost her battle and passed away in a foreign land. Solomon returned home alone, carrying nothing but her ashes. And just one year later. Another tragedy struck the Walton family. Troy and Elira were involved in a horrific car accident. Zogo was supposed to be with them that day, but before the crash

"Of course they don't know shit about Rhea because she lived in Italy! She married an Italian man! She wasn't their wife or their mother! Yes, their tears are fake and probably their presence is unnecessary, but their sincerity is genuine! Funerals suck, I know that, and I get it that you don't want these people here with their fake tears and their fake knowledge of your mother, but at least accept the fact that they are here, sorry for your loss, and the last thing they need if the deceased's daughter chewing their heads off for it," Inhaling deeply, Salvatore reigned in his temper as he looked back at the glare his wife was giving him. Rubbing a hand over his forehead, he turned back to he

"Serves her right! Seriously, how can someone be this cruel?" Hugh's rant got hotter by the second. I cut him off fast. "Enough. Today's my wife's funeral. I'm supposed to be grieving." I hit the bathroom mirror, didn't bother washing up—kept the wrecked, heartbroken look on purpose. Hugh gave me a once-over and nodded. We left for the funeral home. On the way, I slipped him a USB with the videos of Nancy alive, told him to play it only when I gave the cue.

she replied but her explanation didn't make sense to Camila yet she did not ask any questions. Two days passed and it was the day of the funeral. The service was held at the church. The casket was brought in closed and it remained closed all through the ceremony. Mrs Carter gave specific instructions for the casket not to be opened. She didn't want to see how her husband looked. As she sat down on the front row on the pew bench, she looked at the picture of her husband placed in front of the casket and recalled their years together. Memories of their happy moments flashed before her. She recalled the day she found out she was pregnant, she woke him up from his sleep.

He stands beside me, looking down at the gathering sharks. "I want her alive," he says. "I want her to watch her name turn to ash." He checks his watch. "The press release just went out." I look at the burner phone in my hand. I pull up the news feed. BREAKING: VITALE-GRECO WEDDING CANCELLED. SOURCES CITE "IRRECONCILABLE BREACH OF TRUST." RUMORS OF GRECO FINANCIAL INSOLVENCY AND BETRAYAL.

Another reporter: "Mr. Blackwood, your wife is standing beside you. Is she supporting you after this scandal?" Vance turned to Jovi. He held her gaze. Then he looked back at the cameras. "My wife and I are committed to our marriage," he said. "We are expecting our first child. I ask the media to respect our privacy. Please be kind to her." Jovi's eyes glistened. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She did not wipe it away. She let it fall. The cameras zoomed in. The room full of reporters erupted with questions. Voices overlapping. Cameras flashing. Vance held up his hand.

she said, her cheeks reddening. "What the fuck are you talking about? Where the hell is my wife?" he shouted. "What wife? What are you talking about?" "Mr. Osborne." Another voice called out. It was a doctor. "Your wife isn't in a very good condition right now. She's in intensive care, and we're just thankful the passerby was able to alert the police before she and her friend were blown up." Travis's heart plummeted. "Is she going to be okay?" "Well... for now, we're not sure. She has more injuries than her friend, so she's in a coma, and we're not very sure if she's going to wake up…"

The board of directors would have another meeting to officially transfer the stocks of Arabella to his husband Bill. The afternoon had come and it was the scheduled funeral Bill had arranged personally in the cemetery. Everyone who attended was all wearing black. Kelly and Trishia were present. Sen. Meyer and his wife were also there. Marcus and his wife were there but Gab and Farrah weren’t present because they were still hiding from Gab’s family. The media were unstoppable. The scene was surrounded by them but was properly controlled by the Sky’s men. “Where’s Bill Sky?” “Where’s Bill Sky?