Laughing Coffin Sao Novels & Stories

SOFIA Franco's funeral was held at St. Agnes Church. It was a quick and short ceremony, and there were only a handful of people there. I sat in the back and watched the entire thing, while a numbness settled over me. And when the coffin was carried out to the graveyard, I stayed a short distance away and watched as he was lowered into the ground.

He felt as if a thousand swords had pierced his heart, rendering him speechless. Mechanically following Esther, he arrived at a funeral home. The staff at the funeral home respectfully approached Esther's group. "Are you here to offer condolences?" Esther wasn't familiar with the funeral home and crisply asked, "What's the cheapest coffin you have?" "Sorry, we don't have coffins here. We only have urns." "Which is the cheapest urn you have?" Esther asked. The staff pointed out a particular urn and said, "This is the cheapest we have, priced at 1,234 dollars."

Befuddled, he looked around the place and saw a white coffin. Hastily, his mind became dark fog, as if his head was released into the sky, darkening everyone inside the funeral. Eric saw friends cuddling up and a family in front of the coffin. They were brought together, mourning for their own with tears in their eyes. ‘They are… Lance’s family,’ Eric said to himself. Slowly, his eyes went back to the coffin again and saw the picture frame of a handsome man smiling so wide. The sadness corrupted in his inner soul and his heart bleed a river inside. He stepped forward, his shoes thumped on the red carpet. An icy shudder raced through his shaking body as he stood in front of the coffin.

They bowed their heads in respect as they saw them. "Greetings, your highness." They greeted in unison. "Open it," he commanded. They squatted and opened the coffin together, revealing two gleaming pairs of deep blue earrings neatly placed in the center of the coffin like a ring box for the earrings. Lucinda’s jaw dropped as she saw that it was not what she expected. Lucinda walked closer to the coffin with her mouth slightly opened as the color of the earrings filled her beautiful eyes.

I hope it is strong enough to stop the Doom Raceʼs troops. The other human cultivators were both amazed and confused as they observed the coffin. “Winnie, what do you think is inside that coffin? Why is it helping us against the Dooms?” Noel stared at the coffin with a puzzled look in his eyes. Winnie shook her head. “I haven’t heard about this copper coffin before, but it sure has an incredibly powerful aura.” “Mom probably knows something about it,” Jacopo said. While the human cultivators were all looking at the coffin, they received another voice transmission from Thea. “Everyone, I’m afraid I donʼt know anything about this coffin. I haven’t heard of or read about it in any of our ancien

Assuming it will be placed inside in the morning, I'm curious to know who has died, so I go to look. There's a small nameplate beautifully engraved on top of the coffin. It reads: "Mrs. A. White, Perfect mother, counselor, and friend." Gentle, I rub my hand across the nameplate, then as I grab the coffin handle to open it, I hear rustling leaves and laughing. Now, looking behind the mausoleum, I see Annie. She's dressed very nicely, as if she just left a wedding, or it's probably wiser to assume a funeral.

The groundskeeper said nothing. My father had picked out a beautiful coffin for Selena. It was almost a cherry red color, with ornate edges and a delicate wreath of flowers on the top. I had only been to a couple of funerals in my life, but it was always shocking how small the coffins could be. Selena’s was especially small, seeing as how petite she was. If I had died alone with her, there would have been two small coffins.

Adrian flipped through them and started with one, "Pablo Garcia. Drug trafficking and robbery." Adrian snapped his fingers, and Clint's men and Riley's security team brought coffins before them. They took turns getting the coffins in, but after half an hour, all four were settled before the kidnappers. Three coffins were made of glass, but one was a regular wooden coffin. "What is that?" Pablo, the first man, asked. "Your resting place until you speak," Adrian said. Pablo laughed. He snorted as he asked, "So you are going to scare me with a glass coffin? Haha!"

The second the words left my mouth— Laughter exploded across the deck. “Vivienne? Did she knock her head?” “Which Sterling family? The one that controls half the southern routes?” “Look at her. She can’t even stand.” “Hypoxia must be making her delusional.” Emma laughed the hardest. She wiped at her eyes, then turned to Adrian with a helpless sigh, all false concern. “Adrian,” she said softly, “this fiancée of yours isn’t just fragile—she likes to brag too.”

How could you have lived such a miserable life for so long, Viola…" I floated in the air, patting him on his shoulder from afar. I never thought that after revolving my life around Aaron for more than 20 years, the person collecting and dealing with my dead body would turn out to be someone else. Dustin called the funeral home. Then, he took emergency leave from work and made the necessary arrangements. He purchased an extremely pretty urn for me before taking me away from the funeral home. After considering for a long time, he finally decided on the perfect location for my burial ground. It was a very pretty place. It happened to be during the sunflower blooming season, and I was surrounded