Spell Burial Novels & Stories

He said, and it sounded a little poetic. “Water heals us in ways we can never expect.” I replied, taking a deep breath. “You're right.” He said, “The funeral takes place tomorrow. Gary wished to be buried superfast, as he believed he could only be reborn after being buried.” “Really?” “Yeah, so unfair. He didn't even give me time to say goodbye to him.” He added, and I wrapped my arms around his. “He doesn't want to give you too much time to brood and cry.” I corrected, and he smiled.

He turned around and walked away before more could be said or done; he wasn't in the mood or headspace for it. Back inside the church, he found his mother now at the gallery talking with some women from the church. He approached them. The coffin was set to leave for the burial ground in thirty minutes from now, after which the reception would take place in the mansion. Burke had no plans to go to the burial ground; his father wasn't in the coffin, so he saw no point to it. This was all just courtesy. Bartholomew had died in a crash, and his body unfortunately wasn't recovered; the craft exploded into a million pieces.

She said. The burial took place as soon as the sun began to set. People who had died were usually buried as soon as the sun set, it was Kineti's way of doing things. But other people still buried their dead during the day. The people were given a chance to speak anything good about Jordan, before they burned his body.

I'd told her. Jessica and I had also spoken several times and after the burial, today had been scheduled for a meeting with his family. “You're teary-eyed?..” Sophia asked as I screeched the car to a halt in front of the spacious parking space where the burial was to take place. “Who doesn't get emotional on a burial ceremony" I sighed, alighting from the car She did the same immediately and as expected, the whole field was filled with people in no other colour but black. Every single business partner under the Flames consortium was present, except Grandpa Harold who was still out of town.

Make fifteen bodies to be buried tomorrow. Ombro ordered all its members to work, preparing for tomorrow's ceremony. They buried all the bodies, in one big hole…that way it would be easier. They will be lined up and buried together. Today, some grown men dug the ground at the edge of the camp.. a loose soil.. former of sugarcane bed. They cut down the sugar cane first, then they dug it five meters deep. Soon the tomb will be marked…and only their camp will recognize it.

She wiped it away mechanically, her words growing faint. "The doctors say it's karma - stage four lung cancer. Three months left." She placed the pendant carefully in my mailbox, then clasped her hands in a wordless plea, looking up at me with desperate hope. "Can I ask you one thing... just one? After I die... could you bury me near you? That's all I want." The scars she'd carved into my soul refused to heal. I couldn't offer the comfort she sought. Understanding flashed in her reddened eyes, now swimming with tears of remorse. She said nothing more.

I put on makeup, slipped into a beautiful dress, and let Sean wheel me to the old family home. I watched with my own eyes as the wall of that house collapsed, the dust rising like smoke. Smiling, I whispered, "Sean, our past has finally been laid to rest." He clasped my hand tightly. "Yes. A new life begins." I slowly closed my eyes. After death, I drifted above, watching as Sean calmly arranged my funeral. He chose a burial site surrounded by mountains and water, laying me to rest beside my parents. At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow.

The people who were buried were only selected, and given that Stacy is a public figure now, the family decided not to invite the media to cover what was happening. "Pardon my language, but... is my life a living fvcking joke, Eli?" "Someday, you'll find the significance of everything you're suffering these days. You'll find the reason beneath the tears you've shed. Someday." Through my fingers tightening my hold to her shoulders, from here Corrine and I watched together as the coffin gradually lowered to be buried underground, and those white roses thrown by some of her relatives and friends signified her memories she left with us, with each of us, will never be forgotten.

priest Grayson said. As Sarah put sand on her late husband’s coffin, she cried bitterly that Alfred had to take her away from the scene. What a love Sarah had for Gilbert! “Now that the rites have been done, the coffins can now be interred. Before you leave this scene, I want to give you food for the thought: where will you spend your eternity? You should be able to proffer an answer to this question,” priest Grayson said. The coffins were interred and the bereaved families and others left the cemetery for their homes. After Gilbert’s grave had been concreted, Sarah went to the cemetery alone one morning. Sarah held a perfumed flower and some beautiful whitish pebbles.

Allen said with a smile, "Fortunately, I live here." Jasper's face darkened a little. He took out the documents he brought and said thoughtfully, "It's only temporary." He looked carefully at the contents of the documents and read them several times. "Wow, it's similar to a sea burial," Allen suddenly said. "Sea burial? Normally they would disperse the deceased's ashes into the sea, not throw the corpse directly into the sea," Jasper said. "Don't you think that it's strange?" Allen looked at the diagram and continued, "This cage is sealed without a lock, so how did they put the people in?" Allen asked.