Novel & Cerita Nat King Cole Grave

"That would be acceptable." With careful movements, Natalie approached the gate where an elderly groundskeeper waited. She handed him the bouquet, along with something small she discreetly removed from her travel bag. "Please place these on Jacob and Elena Silverstone's graves," she requested quietly. The old man nodded sympathetically. "Of course, miss." As the groundskeeper moved away, Natalie quickly typed something on her phone before sliding it into her pocket. She turned back toward the waiting car, her face a mask of resignation.

Cole greeted gesturing to me stood behind him. “Oh, um. Sure. Come on in.” He stuttered, his face turning slightly red. I followed behind Cole as he stepped inside and waited while the little man closed and locked the gate behind us. “That's Nathaniel, he's one of the carers.” Cole whispered while the man staggered over to us. “He doesn't socialise with people very often.” I could see that. He looked more nervous than I felt, and that was saying something. “Would, um, Would you like a tour Miss Drovnic?” He questioned not looking me in the eye.

She wanted to ask questions, but the car parked in front of a mortuary, and they got down. Mike aunt’s led them to the graveyard. On one of the stones was written; In memory of our beloved son, brother and father Natalie Israel Afonso (1965 – 1995) The stone was simple and had a flower on it that had started to wither. Mike kneeled in front of it and wept. Amelia stood behind him, holding his shoulder. For some reason, she felt she needed to be beside him, as she hoped someone would be there for her when she visited her mother too.

Nathaniel Dave began to walk to the backyard of the house where the graves of Scott and her dead son were. Isabel followed closely, her heart was beating against her ribcage, she did not know what Nathaniel Dave was up to, she could not even guess. "I also know that the dead body of your uncle was buried here," Nathaniel Dave pointed to where Scott's grave was. When they both got before the grave , Nathaniel Dave gazed at the gravesite that was beside that of Scott, "and I know that your son is buried here," Nathaniel Dave pointed at the grave beside that of Scott.

"Good afternoon, ahm... Where can I see the... tomb of Miss Alesana Marie Benavidez?" "Are you his friend?" I nodded. "Yeah." "Your name?" The guard took the log book and a pen. "Cole. Cole Nicky Alphonse," I answered. "Just sign it, please." I complied and signed the log book with the date. I pray Bennet doesn't research Lesana's visitors. Nicky and I died by accident. After the guard's inspection was over, he told him the exact location of Kelly's grave. Then I walked. The place is not difficult to find. He is also close. I picked the graves one by one until I stopped when I read Kelly's name.

Nathan says with an apologetic face. "It's okay, you couldn't have known he'd say that. Can I ask one thing?" "Of course," Cole replies. "Don't let them come to my funeral. Wether that'll be soon or much later on." "Your funeral will be when you're old and wrinkly, not anytime soon," Nathan says with a forced smile. "You can't promise that," I say but Cole interrupts me. "Yes we can. I'm not letting you die until your hair is grey and you're walking with a stick," he says with a cheeky face.

Since they couldn't get any link to whomever it was that killed Arnold, they allowed Naevia and Zane to bury him. On the day of his burial, Naevia and Zane did the needful. They buried Arnold Cole right in the cemetery, close to Emilia Cole. Naevia wouldn't have allowed it, but she just left it. After all, she believed that her father's soul was rotting in hell and couldn't get any closer to her mother. She and Zane waited for the ceremony to be over, before they left the burial. Guests, who were familiar with Arnold Cole, showed up to his burial.

I was about to open the door when Cole grabbed my hand. "What's going on between you and—" I knocked his hand away before he could finish his sentence and slipped into the car. I looked at Cole and Andy through the rearview mirror. Their figures looked rather lonely as the wind howled around them. Although I only treated Hayden as a friend, I no longer had an obligation to explain our relationship to Cole. That night, the massive billboard in the heart of the city broadcast news of Natalie's death. She had met a rather gruesome fate, being run off a bridge by a truck.

Dylan suppressed his anger, refraining from directly questioning Bradley. Instead, he continued to work by Bradley's side, believing that darkness would eventually pass and light would prevail. Bradley turned and looked at Dylan. "Go buy a plot of land for a grave. It'd be best to select a favorable location to erect a tombstone for Cole." "Mr. Warner, who is Cole?" Dylan asked, feigning ignorance. Bradley's heart ached. "He was your predecessor, my special assistant."

Our vehicles moved forward in a quiet procession, following each other closely. It didn’t take long to reach the burial site. Once we arrived, the cars came to a slow stop, and the drivers hurried to open the doors for us. I lifted my dress slightly as I stepped out, careful not to let the hem drag too much on the damp grass. The air was thick with emotion. The place was crowded, filled with people dressed in black, some in suits, some in dresses, all showing their respects. It wasn’t difficult to spot the Cole family. Mrs. Cole was seated, surrounded by who I assumed were her own family and close friends. She held a small tissue delicately, wiping her eyes repeatedly as the grief seemed to