Movie Funeral Scenes Novels & Stories

After she was rushed to the hospital, she tragically passed away. A funeral was immediately arranged for the following morning. Now, the morning was quiet, with a light drizzle and fog covering the area as everyone stood at the funeral grounds. The last commendation had already finished, and one by one, each person began walking up to lay their flowers on the coffin. Everyone was there. Mrs. Camilla stood alongside Adolph and Mr. Moretti, while Miss Susan held Blue's hand. Blue was equally dressed in a black dress, holding a single flower, too young to truly understand that her mother was gone forever.

"From the beginning. Leave nothing out." "I've been awake for thirty-six hours." "Then start with the important parts and we'll do the rest tomorrow." I looked at him and smiled again, this is my life. The one I fought that made me run away from home. "Did you really plan my funeral?" I asked, I was trying not to cry so they both wouldn't burst into tears as well. "Full service. Flowers. Readings. I had a whole playlist." He paused. "Beyoncé featured heavily."

Joe takes her home. At the funeral for Jennifer, Lisa looks at the casket while walking into the room and stops. She can not take another step. The closer she gets to the casket; she begins to cry and realizes it is real. It is not a dream. Joe puts his arm around her, and they sit down in the front of the Chapel. Sandy walks up to the casket and places a rose in Jennifer’s hand. Logan can’t believe her eyes. Jennifer is her age and has passed away. As she sees Jennifer laying in the casket, she begins is feel sad. This is the first time she has attended a funeral. Sandy and Logan walk to the back of the Chapel and sits down. Charlie walks in and looks at Jennifer in the Casket and starts to

The story is ending....:( But on the brighter side, this chapter is naughty! So, you'll like it :P Intimate scenes ahead, you are warned. Proceed with caution. -- Chapter 33 - Make me scream again. ~~~ The funeral was torture. Everyone dressed in black with teary faces and a miserable body language, even the weather seemed to cooperate, it was drizzling lightly putting a gloomy envelope over us. It wasn't my first time attending a funeral, I had attended one, my own father's, 4 years back.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” To which Ariel nodded. My girl has been silent and cold. Her face was a blank mask and her expressions hollow. Michael was always with us to keep an eye on my girl, and I appreciated his presence. Leonidas did well. Rose looked so beautiful in the open casket ceremony. She was a beautiful woman, just like her daughter. The funeral ceremony was held at the cemetery. I wanted to finish this quickly and be done with it. There was no need to drag this on.

Dying mid-climax in the arms of his mistress was the ultimate punchline. As the congregation shuffles toward the exits, knowing the family's wishes for a private cremation, we remain in our seats, watching the open casket like hawks. A few mourners approach the altar with lilies and drop them over the late elder’s chest. Then, the nurse joins them, her massive hips swaying beneath the black fabric like a deliberate provocation. We watch her drop her flower, bow her head in a silent prayer, and walk away sobbing. She lifts her head suddenly.

CHAPTER 8 THE FUNERAL § LOUIS § “We will now have a moment of silence for Ellie,” said the priest. I was at Ellie’s funeral… with Keelan and Ellie’s mum and dad. We were the only people that came. It felt so surreal. I didn’t want to believe that this was happening. It was like I was trapped in a nightmare… and I couldn’t wake up. Just thinking about how depressed Ellie was. How miserable she was, to the point that she would take her own life…

she gasps, pulling him close in a hug. The audience erupts into cheers. “That was damn fucking close to the cue cards we gave 'em anyhow,” I hear Carmine senior grumble to Don Leo, as the camera’s cut out and reposition themselves to watch the coffin lower into its six-foot pit of a final resting place. They angle the lens in a careful zoom to dramatically capture the first few handfuls of dirt being dropped upon its surface. Sicillio reads off the Lord’s prayer, and I line up as expected in the queue to drop a fistful of gritty earth into the grave of our murdered mayor.

His palm always hovering within reach. The funeral is spare. My father would have loathed a spectacle. We huddle at Holy Cross Cemetery on the east side, the January wind knifing through our coats. Dani stations herself on one side of me, Corinne on the other. Marcus occupies the back, her face unreadable but her presence a steady weight. Maya Chen arrives, her camera abandoned. Even Elara, freed on bail, plants herself at the rear, her silver hair whipping in the wind. Julian's voice cuts through the cold. It holds steady, but I catch the tremor in his jaw.

The priest walked in and the ritual of cremation was carried out. “You came from dust and dust shall you return. Karine Mansfield, we lay you to rest and pray you find peace with your maker so those you left behind to mourn you can have a happy life…” Greg could not listen more to the sermons. He walked out the door staring at the crowd ready to take them to the funeral. He quietly got into the car. the white sheets and cold whispers of death hollow close to his ears, but he wanted nothing but to see and hear the voice of his wife.