Nat King Cole Grave Novels & Stories

Not one of the men who spent decades shaking his hand and calling him a friend bothered to show up and watch him lowered into the ground. I stare at the empty rows of folding chairs set up for a funeral nobody attended. Gerald Cole commanded armies. Men feared his name in rooms he never even entered. And in the end, this is what’s left of him. Three people and a hole in the ground, in a corner of the cemetery reserved for people nobody fights to remember. I don’t know if this is justice. I search myself for the satisfaction I expected and find something closer to hollow. We shouldn’t even be here. But everything belongs to me now, including his corpse, including the right to decide whether h

Cole -> Arte (10:15 AM) "Hey, love, can't make lunch - Dad is dragging me to the office. I'll see you tonight (heart)" Then surveillance rolls of Cole exiting the stadium parking lot at 10:12 AM and heading to the Walters Estate, where he's greeted at the door by Ebony wearing nothing but a towel before he walks in, and the door closes behind them. Ebony -> Girlies (groupchat) (Midnight, same night) "On the way home from The Ember. Guess who just got their hands on three delicious new boy toys? (wine popping emoji) #NoRegrets(devil face emoji)"

Not even close. Nathan looks like he’s living the greatest night of his life. Cole finally hangs up after receiving very strict instructions: he is absolutely not allowed to pick Nathan up before ten tomorrow morning. Why? Because apparently “Granny makes pancakes on Saturdays and Sundays.” Cole lowers the phone slowly. “Hmph.” I shrug. “Well… I guess he’s not suffering too much.” “No,” Cole mutters. “Guess he’s not.” “That’s good though, right?”

He let his mind drift through old memories. The next day, dressed in nothing but a white dress shirt and black slacks, Cole was finally discovered by the cemetery's security staff. His face had gone dark from the cold, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his lips. Snow drifted down from the sky in thin, scattered flakes. Cole had frozen to death. He'd died at the side of the grave marked, "In loving memory of Isabel Cavendish, my beloved wife."

After everything was done, the entire mansion looked new. Nicholas slowly rose to his feet and said, “Nolan, it has been a few years since we visited your mother’s grave. Why don't you and Maisie accompany me over there today?” Nolan nodded. ‘Okay.” At 1:30 p.m., they drove off to the cemetery. The cemetery was situated at the foot of the hill. It was a very quiet place, and an open field was in front of it. Nicholas brought them to a tombstone. The picture on the tombstone was Natasha's photo before she was dead. She had a beautiful smile, and her face looked gentle. She indeed did not fail her name as the most beautiful woman in the entertainment industry.

The doctor-in-charge asked. "Where is she buried?" Natalie asked. "As she has no family, we did it according to the procedures. Please come with me," the doctor-in-charge said and he took Natalie to the cemetery behind the sanatorium. Celine had been buried, and the grave was new. The tombstone was engraved with her name, 'Celine Grace', as well as her daughter's, 'Stella Grace'. Stella knelt in front of the grave. Now that Eli's affairs had been resolved, there was no longer anything or anyone whom she cared about nor was tied to in this world...

The priest cleaned the dead body while three singers sang the farewell song in a strange language, after that was done, Garrett and Drake carried the front handle of the mat Mani’s body was laid on and Nate and Peter carried the ones behind and they carried the body to a room and came out. Emily stood with Lois and both ladies held each so tight, after few minutes of waiting the assigned people carry a coffin out and led the way to the back of the pack house, Emily had no idea there was a grave yard there, a pit was already dug out and they finally laid Nani to rest. She was covered up and everyone present laid a flower on the grave, the head stone was already in place, Stephanie Hannah Hunt

Cole replied. "Do they have graves at least?" Angel said. The man swallowed hard. "Yes… I um… the city had them buried in a mass grave at the town's graveyard in Holloway," the older man answered. "All of them?" Angel asked through gritted teeth. "Um…yeah, it's the city business, we only bought the land," he replied, giving Angel a shifty look. Angel could perceive his uneasiness and knew it was all blatant lies. "We would like to look around to see the state of your vineyard, and the process of your winemaking before we commit ourselves to a partnership," Cole said.

He sat on the grass between the two adjacent tombstones. I let out a deep breath before we followed him. I looked at Stephen, and he suddenly gripped my hand tightly. “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.” I nodded to him, and he gave me a reassuring smile. “Hello, Uncle Cole!” Nathan greeted warmly before turning to the other gravestone. “Hello, Grandma Belen! How are you? We just came from church. You know, I prayed that you’re happy in heaven.” Tears welled up in my eyes upon hearing those words from my son. Stephen gently squeezed my hand.

Her family was the one involved in the accident and she wanted it to be a private thing between them. Anaya caught a glimpse of the worn out gravestone with the name ‘Ethan Connor’ and she paused in her tracks. Natasha was buried right next to him just the way her parents were buried side by side. A range of emotions hit her as she stood in front of them, pondering over their last moments before they left this world.