Necklace Urns For Human Ashes Novels & Stories

David’s ashes were placed in a white porcelain urn, decorated with a carved seagull—a symbol of freedom. The Lancaster family and next of kin gathered around the grave where the urn would be interred. Damian stood on the right side, holding the urn tightly. His eyes never left the ground in front of him. Isabella stood stiffly opposite him, with the women of the family. As the prayers began to be recited, someone came in—her steps quiet, her dress elegantly black, her face covered by a thin veil. It was Elena. Some relatives began to whisper softly. Isabella’s gaze immediately sharpened at the sight of the woman.

I bit my lips as I enter the room, it’s still the same and some of my paintings are still here and I felt a tear fell when I saw Star’s urn together with my painting. My brows creased and I wipe my tears away as I open a box that has been sitting beside the urn and my eyes widen when I open it. It’s a necklace with a star pendant and a message too. “Dear Love, I know that you have been suffering from the incident our family experienced and I made this little gift to give to you. It’s a star pendant with a little of Star’s ashes inside. I hope this will give you hope and you will once shine again. I love you.”

Quincy's funeral was a simple one, as only close friends were invited. There weren't any fake pleasantries or theatrics, nor was there any sad, sorrowful music blaring at max volume. The day of the cremation came. I filled the urn with his ashes myself. When his belongings were sorted out, a staff member found the brooch in the ashes lying within the brazier. The heat had deformed the brooch. A sheen of gray mist had marred the surface of the gemstone and robbed its gleam. However, it was more precious than any gem in the world in my eyes.

Bella shot me a mocking smile. "Grace, I talked to this expert, and he said if we hold a funeral for my hamster here, it'll come back as a human. Isn't that, like, a good deed?" Ethan gazed at her adoringly. "You're always so thoughtful. Don't worry; your hamster will feel it." Then Bella's eyes landed on the urn in my hands. "That white urn is beautiful. It'd be perfect for my hamster's ashes."

"This is my mother’s urn, retrieved from your columbarium. But I’ve discovered that what’s inside isn’t ashes—it’s quicklime. Tell me, did anyone here tamper with it?" The administrator flinched under her glare, his voice trembling. "No! No, ma’am! We never tamper with clients’ urns! Our policy is to store them securely and undisturbed. I swear on my life!" Caitlin’s hands slammed onto the desk, her eyes blazing. "Can you guarantee that no one has touched it since it was first stored here?" "Y-yes, ma’am! I swear! We have strict rules here. No one would dare mess with the urns. There are even locks on the storage units!"

"Yes." "What about this young lady's family? Any of them here?" the groundskeeper pressed. "Her family…" Nicholas' words were clear in the rain. "They have an important court hearing to attend." The groundskeeper stopped asking and simply nodded before leaving with his wheelbarrow. The rain stopped. Nicholas opened his briefcase and produced a small, slightly old metal box. It was the box Dad had found under my bed and fed its contents into a paper shredder afterward. Crouching, Nicholas set the box into the grave that had yet to be fully sealed, gently positioning it beside my urn. He then took out the silver moon necklace. He'd wiped the grease and ashes from it.

Soon, she shifted her gaze to the white jade coffin surrounded by treasures. It had a high-quality finish covered in spectacular details. Xyla carefully treaded past countless rare treasures to stand before the uncovered casket. A corpse with a luxurious crown on its head came directly into sight. The corpse, which appeared to be tall, was a terrifying sight. Countless bright pearls the size of regular glass pearls surround the corpse. Though small, they glowed vividly. Apart from them, there were also many pearl necklaces as well as jade necklaces of various colors.

he asked, his gaze falling on the modest box of possessions Sarah carried. Sarah nodded, swallowing hard. "I kept some things as mementos. Her silver hairbrush, the book she was reading, her favorite moonstone necklace." Her voice cracked slightly on the last words. These simple objects, once touched by Aria's hands, now precious beyond measure in her absence. With visible reluctance, Alexander stepped toward the ceremonial moonstone alcove. Each movement seemed to cost him tremendous effort as he placed the silver urn in its designated space. His hands lingered on the cool metal, unwilling to break this last physical connection to Aria.

Slowly, my stiff body began to relax a little. Knowing my time was running out, I went to the most renowned funeral shop in town and picked out a balloon urn for myself. When the urn, carried by the helium balloon, reached an altitude of 3300 to 5000 feet, the humidity sensor would detect the moisture in the clouds. It would trigger the biodegradable cap to open, and my ashes would fall with the rain, returning to the earth.

"I sold it to that family over there. They were the ones who had bought the cremation urn you wanted." Nicole abruptly turned around and looked over. A few people were crying their eyes out nearby. They had ordered a cremation urn for their deceased father's ashes and were about to take it away. Nicole rushed over and grabbed the man in the lead. "Excuse me. Could I have this cremation urn?" she asked. "My brother wanted this before he died. I can compensate you!" "Get out of my way!" Since the man was already overwhelmed by deep grief, he became even angrier upon hearing what Nicole said. He shoved her away and yelled, "Who the hell would fight for a cremation urn? Are you fucking with me r