Movie Funeral Scenes Novels & Stories

Nothing processed in my head and my body shut off all emotions. The funeral was held in a private garden area of the cemetery. With only a day notice they managed to make it really beautiful, almost like a fairy garden filled with so many colorful flowers. There were a lot of kids from school here and it made a small smile tug at my lips that at least she had so many people to say good bye to her from this world. Her father didn't really seem to be upset but he wasn't very lucid either. He wore a sloppy suit and openly drank from his flask.

The assistant wiped cold sweat from his forehead and asked cautiously, “Should we go there now, Mr. Ford?” “What do you think?” Without another word, the assistant floored the gas pedal, speeding toward the funeral site. “Thank you all for coming to Mrs. Ford’s funeral. Her death was truly tragic. Her body hasn’t been recovered yet. She jumped straight off the bridge that day. I don’t even know why!” When Tristan arrived, the entire scene was a chaotic mess. The atmosphere was stifling, with reporters holding up cameras and microphones, capturing every tear Lisa shed as she stood in the center, crying and offering prayers.

I’d seen in movies they did that sometimes if they were suspicious at all. I moved closer, still keeping to the shadows and out of the sunlight, wanting to hear as the minister began speaking. The words washed over me, meaningless platitudes about a “life cut tragically short” and “peace in God’s embrace.” It was surreal, watching my own funeral, hearing myself eulogized by people who didn’t know what had really happened.

she whispered as we parked, her voice small but earnest. I squeezed her hand, my throat tight. “We’ll make sure she is, sweetheart,” I said, though my heart twisted with worry. I didn’t know how Milla would get through this, how any of us would. The funeral was held in a quiet corner of the cemetery, under a canopy of old oak trees, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. Two caskets stood side by side—one for Theo, one for Ben, their polished wood gleaming in the muted light.

It was every bit the typical funeral scene that you would see in movies, rain falling, everyone dressed in black with solemn expressions on their faces and black umbrellas to shield them from the rain, and no one talking except for the priest as he blessed the body and prayed that she be taken into the lord’s bosom, with the occasional sobs from Dominic’s mother, who wore large sunglasses to shield either the tears or her puffy eyes. Eventually, as the coffin was being lowered into the grave, it became too much for me to bear. The tears began to come freely, tears that had been stuck in my throat for a week now. It felt so bittersweet to finally let out those tears, because it was very catha

He struggled to sit up, insisting on going to the ICU to see Laura. I hurriedly stopped him. "Darling, Mom isn't in the ICU anymore." At those words, Michael immediately relaxed, forcing a faint smile. "I knew it. The hospital must've messed up. If she's already out of the ICU, then it can't be anything serious." What I said next chilled him to the bone. "Darling, you need to prepare yourself." The relief on his face faltered and finally drained away completely as I added, "Mom... has already been transferred to the morgue."

Something brought about her death, I'm sure of it. We left the house with mom and Dad in front of us. They got into the opened black car and they got in. Ethan and I walk towards the second one and hop into the back seat. I sigh. I close my eyes and breathe in and out a few times. We soon made to the funeral, it was really quiet. We walked forward as the preist reads a chapter in the bible. A guy was crying at the front seat. That must be her brother. It's really sad to loose someone so dare to you, I've never felt that way and I don't want to.

**NEXT DAY AT THE FUNERAL ** I and Karen where both dressed in all black, alot of persons came , mum classmates, neighbour's, her co workers and so on . The priest started the ceremony and it got to a point Karen and I went to place our flowers on top of the coffin or casket what ever it is called I dont care right now . Then we watched as they began to lower it into the ground. "May her soul rest in peace" the priest said "Amen " everyone chorused. It was done we wont see mum again.

The two death certificates lay side by side, light as paper and impossible to lift. The funeral was set for three days later. Adrian arranged for Nora and Eli to be buried beside her mother, near the quiet edge of the military family cemetery. Nora had gone to the hospital alone, paid alone, and come home alone too many times. He would not leave her far from the only family who had ever waited for her. It rained on the day of the funeral. Officers came. Officers’ wives came. Family Readiness volunteers came, along with charity board members and people who had once whispered gold digger behind Nora’s back. Many brought flowers. Few dared to speak.

The niece and uncle pair were almost halfway down the aisle when the screen behind the groom and pastor began flashing, drawing everyone's attention away from the bride and toward the big screen. A video of two people having passionate sex started playing on the big screen, and it didn't take long for everyone to recognize the two people having rough sex. It was Greg, the groom on top of the maid of honor, Nicole, Nera's best friend. The two were moaning loudly and screwing each other to death. Nera came to a halt, her eyes fixed on the screen in horror. Her skin turned chalk-white as she let go of her uncle, her hands twitching spastically. He tried to hold her, but she pushed him away. Ner