Movie Funeral Scenes Novels & Stories

Your day has already come. "Kill them, kill them, Aleksander," he pronounces and succumbs to death. Seeing him lifeless, without vital signs, stops my world. She's gone, she's gone, leaving Amber's business halfway, without seeing that damn dead Luna. Then I only think of one thing: I will do her will, her last words will be fulfilled. ... During the funeral I remain alert, the death of a former mafia leader has spread like wildfire. Everyone aware, at least the majority, I don't want to get a bad surprise. White roses have been thrown over the coffin, the contrast it makes with the dark wood is fascinating.

Flavius responds. We take out seats along with everyone else just as a priest enters the room. The funeral is long, drawn-out, and painfully depressing. The gurgling noise of the noble's crocodile tears only adds to the eeriness of the room. The priest spends nearly an hour going on about God and what happens to the souls of the departed. Most of what he is saying has nothing to do with Gregory or Geoffrey. When the priest is finally done speaking, people take turns talking about their time with the deceased.

LUCAS watched as the closed casket was lowered gently into the ground. He gave comfort to Ava as she sobbed into his chest, both feeling depressed but only one showing it. He kept his face emotionless throughout the whole funeral, surrounded by a sea of grief stricken bodies in black outfits. The whole pack watched silently as the beloved member was covered up with soil. In fact, most of the town was present at the funeral, the death touching everyone.

Rafael said, finally looking up from his newspaper. I didn't argue. "I’m worried about Fiorella." "She's alone now," I said. Rafael drank his coffee slowly before setting the cup down. "Not entirely." I caught his gaze, understanding exactly what he was insinuating. No, she wasn't entirely on her own. But it would take a terrible lot to persuade her otherwise. —————— The funeral ceremony was held at one of the D'Angelo estates, a stunning, historic mansion with lavish gardens and brooding stone archways. The moment we got there, the mood was filled with grief, the muted whispers of mourners blending with the somber atmosphere.

Rose had already begun tearing up in grief but I could see how much she had been letting out at the same time. “We have come to grieve those we lost, their souls we raise with these candles and onto the light we signify their presence …” I tried to recite the chant as I was meant to when I noticed a struggle coming from a portion of the funeral’s venue that hadn’t been all too obvious until I squinted my eyes to get a clearer view. “Bang!” A gunshot had been let out and it threw everyone into a feat of panic. I didn’t know what happened but I suddenly fell to the floor with only a blurred view to look unto what went on after that. With a tuned ringing that managed to voice over the sounds of

“I love you Mom.” TJ and Dawn stand with their parents in slience for a while. Tootsie and I stand off to the side to let them grieve in their own way. The goddess knows these two have earned that right. We hold the funerals in the rain the next day. Wesley and Bridget are here with Mark, Tyson, Nate and Matt. I also see Dawn’s grandfather, Mac here. Several of the Chicago and New York Bosses are here. Dawn and TJ lay roses on their parents caskets, followed by the associates who have traveled so far on short noise.

"I didn't have it before. Maybe it was triggered by the pregnancy. Women go through changes like that." "All women?" I had no idea of that but I shrugged. "Yeah, of course. All." "Okay," He stepped back. "You seemed a bit alarmed," I could still see the look on his face. I bent my arm over and tried to see the mark again. "No it's just... I thought I saw it somewhere before." "Oh.." I said quietly. "Well, shall we?" He nodded and took my arm in his. The funeral was small and private just as Mr Steele had wanted it. Just family members and really close associates. I stood quietly as I watched Desmond and Richard do their bid in respect of their father's final farewell.

Immediately I finish talking, people started moving out of the chapel. “Okay.” Rio joins the moving crowd and I follow behind him. I have had my own fair share of funerals as Mrs. Park had insisted we attended every single one, but I had somehow forgotten the amount of crying and shouting that happens in them. I do remember always wondering if the tears were real or if they were just putting on a show. Right now, the pain felt real, but I couldn’t bring myself to shed a tear. “Aren’t you supposed to be up there?” Rio points to the front where Jack’s coffin is being lowered into the ground. “You are family too.”

I cried, gripping her hand tightly. Her eyes slowly closed. The sound… Flatlined. “No… no, Mom…” I shook her gently. “Wake up… please wake up!” She didn’t move. She was gone. I broke down completely. Dad rushed in and collapsed in tears. Jennifer came in moments later… And fainted the moment she saw us. Doctors and nurses rushed in, trying to calm the chaos. But nothing could bring her back. Flashback Ends “The funeral will be tomorrow,” my father said quietly, placing a hand on my shoulder.

For spending my entire life as their emotional punching bag and financial safety net? The darkness is closing in faster now. The beeping slows to a crawl. Somewhere far away, I hear the machine make a different sound—a long, sustained note that I know means the end. "Is that it?" Elena asks. "I think so," Father says. Mother sniffles, but when I force my eyes open one last time, I see her face. She's not crying. None of them are. They look... relieved. The final sound I hear is Elena's voice, bright with something that might be happiness: "Finally. I need to call the caterer—we can move the funeral to Tuesday if we do it early. That way it won't interfere with my dress fitting."