Jackie Hance Funeral Novels & Stories

Zara Monroe laid to rest- Heiress pronounced dead after a tragic disappearance. A video began to roll, it was my fucking funeral. A closed casket, a sea of black, and then I saw Jade clutching Ethan like she’d lost his soul. Her head was buried in his chest, his arms wrapped around her like she was his world. Mara stood beside them, dry-eyed, dressed in black lace; she looked smug, like she wasn’t the reason I was six feet under. I could feel the tears threatening to fall at the corner of my eyes, my breath caught, and I could barely process the words the reporter was saying.

While the other dragged Zack's left foot to the lake's dock through the back door. Zack fights to breathe while crawling to resist his grandmother from dragging him down the lake with both hands. When he was wailing on the floor over Jackie's lifeless body, numbness struck his foot when he didn't realize Debbie had shot him. And everything happened so rapidly that he didn't have time to think about it. When he witnessed Jackie's terrible condition, time seemed to stand still for him. And it hasn't yet dawned on him whether anything he's seen is true.

Legally, she was still my next of kin. Seraphine narrowed her eyes. "What did you just say?" Hayden? A cremation? Zedd repeated flatly. "We need your signature for Hayden's cremation." She clearly didn't believe him and replied, "Do you think this is funny?" "You'll see for yourself when you get here," Zedd said and hung up. Seraphine let out a cold, sarcastic laugh. "After hiding for two days, now he's pulling this kind of stunt." Jack stepped closer and asked gently, "Who was that?"

At my words, the entire place fell silent for a moment. My eyes were still locked on Josephine's. She knew better than anyone how Dad had died and what his status meant. If they kept this up, they would be asking for trouble. Just as everyone was wondering whether I was telling the truth, Jonathan strode over to the hearse and kicked the door, snorting with disdain. "Do you really think we're fools? A national hero's funeral procession would have a police motorcade escort leading the way, and the coffin would be draped with the national flag!

Grace’s death sent Sebastian into deep pain. It also made Sabrina so sad that it almost affected her pregnancy. Despite how sad Sabrina was, she would not be able to send Aunt Grace on her final journey. The funeral Sebastian held for his mother was unbelievably grand. The entire upper society was present, yet, Sabrina did not get the chance to hold vigil. She was not even allowed to find out where Aunt Grace was buried. That was because the entire Ford family and their relatives all held vigil for Grace. Even Nigel had been there to send his aunt off.

Yvonne and Ella exclaimed at the same time but Jared could not hear them anymore. Jared’s funeral was arranged by Jackson as Yvonne was pregnant. Jared enjoyed his prestige when he was alive, but he was unglamorous after he died. As he was undergoing his punishment by his organization, obviously not many people came to express their condolences. For this reason, Jackson did not host a grand funeral for Jared just because he was rich. They simply accepted the condolences from a few friends and buried him. According to his last wish, Yvonne buried him next to Cindy.

Jacky enclosed himself in his bosom. When Grandma's body was being lowered in the ground, loud wailings could be heard from the people. Kelvin tightened his lips and rested his head on Alexander's shoulder, sobbing quietly. ""I'm going to miss her so bad."" He said quietly. ""We all will."" Alexander responded patting his shoulder. When the funeral was over, Kelvin took Jacky home. The sympathizers on their way home was almost endless. Each of them would stop and console them for what seemed like eternity. Kelvin would only nod and smile at what they told him.

She said, "They all hate me. Please don't leave me here." Kimberly said. "I promise never to leave you. And my great-grandchild." Grandma swore. Touching her stomach. The following week was Henry's funeral. Kimberly was dressed in a plain black dress. As his wife, she wasn't honored but Regina was. She was allowed to perform the necessary rights as Henry's wife instead of Kim. Seeing how aggrieved Kimberly was, Grandma ordered that she should be taken back home and she didn't witness the complete burial of Henry's remains.

As he spoke, he glanced at the phone in Hazel’s hand again, frowned, and then tickled his chubby fingers at her, “come with me.” “What?” Richard did not return the limelight, but the child was extremely imposing, “You just come with me!” Jack’s eldest sister died of dystocia that year, and it is said that her husband also became a monk out of grief. Because of her mother, she felt pity for him, and she didn’t know if knocking on the door rashly would disturb Grandpa and Jack, so Hazel hesitated before following. Richard went straight into Jack’s old room in the house, climbed onto a single sofa inside and sat down, and at the same time did not forget to ask Hazel to sit down.

"Alright, alright. Your room has been prepared by the servants." When Grandpa was laid to rest, Uncle Jacky and Mrs. Keira were present. They escorted him to his final resting place as part of the core Blaxton family. Not many people knew about it, perhaps that's why our wedding reception had to be held without delay. After all, Grandpa's message was not to postpone things that are genuinely well-intended.