Funeral: A Fictional Narrative

Have you ever laughed at the most inappropriate moment? In chapter 13 of Dracula by Bram Stoker, Van Helsing laughs hysterically after Lucy 's funeral. How did this come about? Lucy was sleepwalking one night when her friend, Mina, finds her with two puncture wounds on her neck. Lucy continues to have sleep disturbances and becomes pale and weak, requiring several blood transfusions from each of three men who have all asked Lucy to marry them: Arthur Holcomb, Quincey Morris, and Dr. Seward. Dr. Seward 's friend, Van Helsing cared for Lucy during her illness. However, after a terrible night where a wolf 's head came through her window in the middle of the night, killing her mother of heart disease, Lucy is unable to be revived and dies.

When I made contact with Mr. Marcan, he advised his friend, Mr. Starkey, was visiting him from Jacksonville for the weekend. Mr. Starkey arrived on Friday and hung out with Mr. Marcan Friday and Saturday night. The last time Mr. Marcan observed Mr. Starkey alive was at approximately 0200 hours in morning (May7, 2017), but at approximately 0300 hours heard Mr. Starkey arguing with his girlfriend on the phone, inside the residence. Mr. Marcan woke up this morning, but did not see Mr. Starkey. Mr. Marcan figure his friend was a sleep, so he went to work. At approximately 2030 hours, Mr. Marcan returned home and observed Mr. Starkey’s dog in the front yard. Mr. Marcan went inside the residence and looked for his friend. When he came to the spare

In the essay “The Death of the Funeral Business”, the author Sandy Hingston repeatedly illustrates the different roles that technology plays in constructing modern funeral rituals. Over the past years, technology has become such a big part of our daily lives, that now funeral homes are changing rapidly to fit in with all of the technological advances that have been happening to the world around us. I believe that in “The Death of the Funeral Bussiness” Hingston works to describe how technology has changed the values society has towards death and decay writing about how technology has changed funerals and societies view them.

replied “He said no most kids were at a funeral for someone who had died a town or two over.” Not to long after our conversation with the Pastor ended kids started to appear, that morning we had about 15 kids. We only had the kids for about an hour and a half, then they would all leave and we would have lunch. Daisey, angels wife, would always be the one who cooked us lunch. There would always be rice, meat, either chicken or beef, and some vegetables. It was always the highlight of my days when I got to eat her cooking.

His life runs short as his body thrashes across the mattress in a tonic state.

After Chris found out that his father was behind the airplane scandal, he was in shock and could not believe it. He stood up for his father all this time and to know that he was standing behind something that was not even real. Chris began to feel bad that he was behind a lie and became sad. He went quietly to his room and began to reflect on what has happened Hours passes and Chris still remained in his room. Kate, Anna, and Keller all knocked on the door to see if they would be the one to get a response.Finally it was time for dinner and it was important to Kate that all of her family attended, especially since the news of Keller’s dishonesty was brought to the light. Kate went upstairs and knocked on Chris’s bedroom door but she got no response.

That morning, (midday really, but shush) Dan Howell woke up in the arms of Phil Lester, who was none other than the love of his life.The other man had his arms wrapped tightly around him, and was breathing softly into the nape of his neck. Smiling, sleepily content, Dan snuggled down, falling back to sleep in their little bubble where everything is soft and warm and good.

He has no mother he has no skates all that he wanted was a family.One day she adopted jerry was joyful he was going to get a mom.Then years later jerry was sick he had a couple of weeks to live he was shocked that he was going to die.Then they were shocked that jerry was going to die in a couple of weeks.Jerrys family was not going to be a family without jerry.

“Oh.” The corners of his mouth turn down slightly. “Is that why you’re sleeping on the couch?”

"What do you want?" His voice is nasally and annoying. It probably doesn't help that I am choking him.

The funeral wasn't that extravagant for someone of his wealth but Gordon Edgley had only arranged for close friends and family. Both Pyro and Flare were invited as after the incident in London they had been making friends with him. They had came to like him and thought of him as more than a conduit to find a way into the Edgley families magical heritage but in the end he had to die so that his niece could fulfill Pyro's vision. Stephanie stood there beside her mother and father. She glanced up at the pair of them then her eyes drifted over to a man standing beside the tree. He was wearing a tailored suit, large sunglasses, a dark grey Fedora, a grey scarf and had orange frizzy hair. Flare glanced to see who she was looking at and saw the man beside the tree. *Its Skulduggery, by the tree to our left.* She telepathically spoke to Pyro. He looked to his left and caught sight of the man beside the tree. Skulduggery caught sight of them looking at him and he slipped away.

My dad married his high school sweetheart, Lisa Malee Erickson, on February 5, 1993. He had joined the Army Reserve and left soon after they were married to attend basic training at Ft. Leonard Wood in Missouri. I'm his first daughter, Christine Brianne Hill. I was born May 26, 1993, while he was in training. Daddy was given leave to come home and see his new baby daughter, but had to return just two days later. He completed his training two months later and returned to his wife and baby. He adored Christine and would not be without her. I was looking at pictures and talking to my mom, she said she remembers him sleeping with Christine on his chest. (Insert letter from Ryan to Christine) Dad was always very supportive of us kids.

now. The only thing I can do now is pray and hope. To pray that I will

"Stop! Go away, get back on your side!" I bark the order at him like a drill sergent. He stops in his pursuit and looks me in the eye.

I nod. That's all I can do. I'm mad. No, mad is an understatement. I'm furious, enraged, pissed off. I'm hurt, upset, emotionally damaged, I feel betrayed, everything. But the main thing I'm feeling is rage. So I simply nod. I need to hear all of it.