A Funeral and a Wedding

[Gregory Hewett]

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[anand]

Search for Mother

By Anand Suresh

Today was a weird day: sad, happy, and frozen. The snow melted on everything it touched, leaving a cold, wet, and hopeless feeling. The church bells tolled solemnly, and as the smoke from my father’s coffin spiraled up to touch the snow, my brother, Lowe, stepped down from the podium, a married man. My father would like that……….Except he was dead. A single tear fell from my eye, froze, and shattered on the hard wood floor. The acrid, burning smell of the smoke blanketed me like a burning sheet, pulling down. Lowe and I had always been alone.

Our real parents died from the plague, and after living in the orphanage for five years, someone came to see us. The officials said we were leaving. The fact that we would never see the orphanage and our friends again only set in when we reached our new parents home. Then we cried. We cried for our friends, cried for our dead parents, cried for each other. And then we vowed never to cry again, because we had used up all our tears. Then we settled in to life with our new mother and father.

I was jerked back into reality by Lowe, who was shouting something intangible and running towards me, waving a letter in his hand. He screeched to a stop in front of me, panting. Then he spoke.

“I’ve got it!”

“Got what?”

“Mom’s address!”

And then he fainted dead away.

It had happened in the tenth year we had lived with mother and father. We were driving along to the Sunday market, when a log dropped onto the hood of the car. The car swerved and crashed into a tree, and like a swarm of spiders, a group of bandits crawled out from the shadows. We all ran in opposite directions, and finally, when we all met up together, mother was gone. We knew she was alive, because there were numerous sightings of her, but even as we rushed to the area, she was gone. As the years passed by, we started giving up hope. Finally, on my twentieth birthday, we stopped searching. We never had any hope of seeing her again. But here was Lowe, saying he had her address.

Mother was now living in a town called Sandbreach. That was all that the letter said. It was sent by the police as a courtesy. Little did they know that it would change our lives.

Finally, a week later, we were ready. We had all the supplies that we would need to cross the desert.

It was a bitter, cantankerous going. Sand was whipped into our eyes by the wind, and while we desperately blinked them out, snakes and desert rats nipped at our ankles. We soon camped down for the night, and as the wolf- dogs howled, I lapsed into a blissful sleep.

I was rudely awakened seconds later by Lowe shaking me vigorously. The wind whipped his hair all around him.

“SANDSTORM!!!!!!” He bellowed, and I jerked up and pulled on my backpack. Lowe began to run, and I followed. I quickly looked behind us. There was a swirling tornado of sand, racing forward at an unimaginable pace. I turned my head around and focused on running. I think Lowe and I each lost at least twenty pounds each on that run. We were going faster than we had ever gone before, but it wasn’t enough. Soon the tornado was only a few meters behind us.

“MINE!!!!” wailed Lowe, and for a second I thought he had gone mad. But then I saw what he had seen: an open mine shaft. We raced forward, and clambered down the shaft, while the sandstorm wailed above us, echoing down the down the shaft.

After stumbling blindly for a time, we came up upon a humongous cave. It glittered with a silver brilliance, and wheelbarrows were filled to the top with glittering chunks of silver. As soon as we went in I could see that something was wrong. Tools lay discarded all around, and the air was dank with foreboding. We shuffled a few steps back, and then it came out of the shadows. It was a huge bear, like none I’d ever seen before. Its fur was bright red, and its eyes glittered with malign intelligence. In its arms it carried four miners. It dropped them on the floor, and a red liquid seeped out underneath them, and the bear snarled. And then it saw us.

“Oi! What are ye doing here?” the bear said in a surly fashion. It lifted its arms up and pulled its head off. Under it was a human head. I realized that the “bear” was a man in a costume. The miners got up, and wiped off the red liquid, grunting in disappointment. A man holding a camera stepped out of the shadows.
“What are you two doing!!!? Can’t you see we’re trying to shoot a movie here!?!”

“Ummmm…. We kind of fell out of a mine shaft in the middle of the desert.”

“WHAT!!!! There is an open shaft!” Suddenly he was shaking my hands and grinning. “Thank you for your help! I never know when someone will come and try to steal our secrets!” Then his eyes narrowed.
“Anyways, you better get out of here now.”

“Before we leave sir, do you know where the town of Sandbreach is?

“Why, we are right under it!”

And with that, Lowe and I zoomed up into the town of Sandbreach.

It was a quiet little hamlet; the kind Mom used to like, with only twenty three streets. Even then, it was hard to navigate, so after getting directions from one of the townspeople, we came upon her house: #20, Winy Lane, Sandbreach. We tenderly stepped onto the porch, and Lowe stuck out his hand and rang the bell. It sounded like a nightingale singing. The door swung open with a creek. Standing in the doorway, bustling and cheerful, was our mother. We leaped onto her. Our search was over.

After reviving our mother with smelling salts [She had fainted.] she led us into her living room, where plates of biscuits and cups of tea were lying. She took a gulp of tea to steady herself, and then sat down on the sofa. We did the same.
“Oh, I thought I’d never see you again,” she murmured. “How is Louis?”


“Ah….” Said Lowe. He looked at me desperately.

“He died a week ago.” I said bluntly.

“Oh.”

She was silent for a moment, and then she said, “Well, at least I have you two, don’t I?”

My Heart melted. Lowe and I looked at each other. We were home.

[roshini]

Wedding or Funeral
As I touched the back of her head I could feel the blood dripping; I tried calling her mom. She could not hear me for she was in the kitchen; in this house the kitchen was in the basement. I placed her on the ground and ran down the stairs.

I sputtered out, “Mary just fell down on the stairs! A pot fell on her head and her head is bleeding.”

She said to me, “Call the ambulance, I will go carry her down.”

When I went up the stairs to get the phone blood had dripped down three steps. I called the ambulance, and then they came. That same night I had a flight to Florida so I could go to my brother’s wedding which couldn’t be canceled. We waited for what the doctor had to say. Meanwhile I called my mom to inform her about what had come upon Mary. I wished none of this ever happened. I went back to their house got my stuff and left for to Florida. It was a long and boring plane ride it took three and a half hours. I tried reading a book, but at the moment it seemed the least important to me. Besides it was really dull and I just did not have the interest.

When I finally landed my parents were there; they were also ready to ask me many questions. Such as: how exactly did she fall, what did the doctor said. We went to the hotel and I just collapsed on the bed. I did not wake up until the next day.

As I slept I think I dreamed about the wedding and not my best friend suffering in the hospital in Michigan. The next morning I woke up not knowing where I was, and then I remember that I was in a hotel room in Florida and not at the huge house in Michigan.

Today is a new day and a new beginning I reminded myself as I got ready to go eat breakfast. Downstairs everyone was having a wonderful time, so I decided to join them. First we ate our breakfast talking and joking around with cousins that I had not seen in years. Then we played cards for an hour and I had won one game. It was really fun; I actually questioned myself why as to I not come earlier. All the wedding preparations where happening. I helped my mom with the cooking.

My mother called me and said, “It is time for you to try on the four gowns I have here.”

First I tried on the pink and white gown and it was very pretty.

Finally I said, “I think I like this one the best and I am going to wear them.”

Then my cell phone rang; I picked it up immediately because I knew it was Mary’s mom.
I picked it up and said, “Hello.”

I was really excited that I could just burst. All I could hear though was crying; I waited and listened.

The next thing I heard was her quivering voice saying, “Mary died…… last night, and her funeral is tomorrow evening.”

I felt like a balloon that someone was holding while blowing and they just let go. I did not want to believe her, but it was true. Mary’s mom was crying and I was trying to comfort her, but I felt as if I had lost something that I could never find again.

I called my aunt and said, “Ask my mom to come here, okay?”
She ran and, she came with my mom. I just handed my mom the phone and ran to my bedroom at the hotel. Tomorrow was the wedding and on the same day is Mary’s funeral. What should I do?

Today is the day I said, “There is going to be a wedding and a funeral.”
The day started out okay; we all had to get ready before it was noon. First I had to eat, and then put on my gown. The lady from the parlor came and straightened the bride’s hair, then my mother’s, and lastly mine. We had to put on make-up, and get all the flowers ready for the wedding so that the flower girl could carry them. Then it was time to go and invite the guest. Soon enough the wedding would start the same day as the funeral. So this is what it is like to face happiness and anger.

My mom walked in the room and I asked her, “Should I be happy or sad?”
She replied in a very annoyed way, “You should be happy because your brother is getting married and Mary is going to heaven. Now let’s go and wipe your face before we go down.”

I went down to where the wedding was happening and every one greeted me. The wedding was a big success according to my mom who really enjoyed. The wedding happened at the beach and then there was a big buffet. As the wedding and party came to an end it was almost 2:00.

I asked my mom, “Can I go to Michigan tonight?”

And of course the answer was a yes. I was so happy I started packing immediately. Maybe there was enough time for me to go see the funeral. I started saying good bye to everyone.

I left for the airport; there were so many people. When I passed the security check, and all the other stuff I got on the airplane. I was so excited that I could not go to sleep after what felt like days, I reached Michigan.

“Yes, I made it!” I yelled when I got close to where Mary’s funeral was happening.”

'Today is a good day,' I thought. There were so many people there I could not believe it. I helped comfort them, and I stayed at their house that night. Overall I was glad that I could attend two things on the same day, and the end I was happy.
By: Roshini

[monet]

Funeral and Wedding
By Monet Swain

This is a story about a wedding and a funeral that happened on the same day and time. Actually the two people who were having the wedding were best friends since the age of two. Their names were Elizabeth and Annabeth. Now I’m going to tell you how it all started…

One day on a Friday Elizabeth and Annabeth were at home. Elizabeth was at home with her boyfriend, Will. On the other hand Annabeth was at home waiting for her husband, Mark.

Every minute Annabeth checked her phone to see if anyone had called but of course nobody had called. Finally Annabeth called Elizabeth and asked, “Did Will see Mark at work today?”

“Will said, “yes”. She said, “But why do you want to know?” Elizabeth said.

“Owwwwwww!! Well!! Mark isn’t home yet,” said Annabeth

“Again!! Okay will call you if we hear from him,” Elizabeth said.

By that time it was 9 pm in the evening. Annabeth got a phone call and at the same time Will got on one knee. At the exact same time, Will asked Elizabeth “Will you marry me?” The officer told Annabeth “your husband is dead. I’m sorry.”

So that’s how the whole story started.

That same night Annabeth called Elizabeth trying not to cry. Annabeth asked Elizabeth “Can you meet (sniff sniff) me at a restaurant or maybe Olive Garden.

“For what?” asked Elizabeth.

“I’ll tell you when you get there tomorrow at 6pm,” said Annabeth.

“I have to tell you something also ,” said Elizabeth.

The next day Annabeth didn’t wake up until 5:52 pm because she stayed up all night. She first thought it was 5:52 am, but she realized it was pm. Annabeth had to leave right away or she would not be on time.

Annabeth and Elizabeth are talking at the table, but they haven’t said the big news to each other yet. Elizabeth first said what happened to her last night about the proposal. Then Annabeth told Elizabeth about the accident and the call from the police station. They were both happy and sad at the same time. Happy for Elizabeth and sad for Annabeth. They came up with a plan that they both would plan a wedding and a funeral together.

Everyday Annabeth and Elizabeth would go shopping for things. They would go for different kinds of napkins and table cloths. Everything is going to plan and they started shopping for everything they needed for the event. They both agreed on having the funeral and wedding at Saint George’s Garden. That’s where Annabeth had her wedding. When they got there Annabeth started to cry because this is where her and her husband met for the first time.

The lady they met was Wendy George, the owner of Saint George’s Garden. They basically do everything there at Saint George’s Garden.

When they went there they had two dates, but two spots for the same date. They were thinking they should have the event on two different days so as to not have to many things on the same day.

They both asked Wendy, “What are the two dates?”

“On the 17th and 19th of March.”

“I’ll take the 17th,” said Annabeth.

“Okay, I’ll take the 19th,” said Elizabeth.

Both Elizabeth and Annabeth came the next day. Wendy said, “The dates have been changed.””Only March 17th is available,” said Wendy. “Is that okay with you two,” she said.
“I guess that’s okay with us; we wanted to have the funeral and wedding on the same day ,” Elizabeth and Annabeth said.

After everything got sorted out they started to plan everything together. They picked their colors and everything for the wedding and funeral.

“The idea seems like a good idea now,” but it’s not once you read this part.”
Finally came the day of the wedding. Everyone was happy and sad at the same time.

Everything was outside and half of the colors are white and the rest were black. Once everything happened everyone kept seated. In the beginning Annabeth said something about Elizabeth and a few words about her husband. Then Elizabeth said something about her husband and Annabeth.

First they did the ceremony for the funeral. Right before they buried Annabeth’s husband, Annabeth heard Elizabeth talking. She was whispering into Emily’s ear and said, “I knew her husband was going to die soon and plenty more about him.”

Annabeth interrupted the ceremony and said, “What do you mean by that?”

“Well your husband isn’t really that careful,” Elizabeth said.

“My husband is really careful,” said Annabeth.

“Ah, no he isn’t,” said Elizabeth.

Annabeth got really mad with both girls who had been her friends for a long time. She was especially mad with Elizabeth and how she talked about her husband that way. She walked away and left both girls standing by each other only while everyone stared. It was a long time before all the girls talked to each other again. The day came when they would meet up again. It happened at Elizabeth’s son’s birthday party on March 17, the same day of the funeral and wedding at St. Gorge’s Garden. Elizabeth did have a son after being married for only four years. It was her son’s first birthday party so it was 5 years since the funeral and wedding. At the party they all remembered the day of the wedding and the funeral. They thought that was one of the worst days of their lives. Elizabeth regretted saying the mean things to her childhood friend, Annabeth and really felt bad about the situation. It was happy and sad for Elizabeth because she also got married on that day, but she also had not talked to her friend Annabeth since that day. After meeting with each other after so long, they became good friends again. It was not like before when they were best friends, but now they were at least good friends. In the end, Annabeth became the god parent of Elizabeth’s son, Chase.

THE END
By: Monet Swain

[hyolin]

A FUNERAL AND A WEDDING

My family is used to the cold. Our parents toughened us up by forcing us to sleep on the couch in the living room with only screens on the window. The cold wind was unbearable, but somehow we managed to stay alive. It’s all because of the Depression. We had to sell most of our belongings and half of our rooms to save money. So Ella, my eldest sister, had to sleep in the same bedroom as my parents and the rest of us, Jacob, Julie, and I had to sleep in one small bedroom that used to be Jacob’s. We still got to do what we wanted to do with our spare time, and we all had different activities waiting to be done. First of all, Ella spends of her time helping my mother with the housework and reads. Jacob spends most of his time in his “lab” he designed when he was 6 years old, and Julie and I spend most of our time playing outside with the snow.

“Katie, it’s snowing! Can we play a little in the snow?” Julie asked pleadingly.

“OK! Hey, you didn’t take your sweater! You’re going to catch a cold!”

“Gosh, Katie! You’re starting to sound like Mother. Lighten up, will you? Come on!” So we played and screamed on the top of our lungs, having the time of our lives until we heard Ella cry,

“Katie! Julie! It’s dinner time!” So we dashed up the stairs heading towards the kitchen. While we were eating our cabbage soup, again, Julie started to cough.

“Uh-oh.” I said. “I think you caught a cold again, Julie! I told you to wear your sweater.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just a little cold. I feel fine.”

“But just in case, drink this water and go to bed right now,” Ella said handing her the glass of steaming water. Days passed and Julie wasn’t getting any better. I was starting to feel a bit worried. Our family was quiet for the whole time until Ella announced that she was going to get married. She went on and on about what she was planning to do and I had never seen her so excited before. Then my mother interrupted her by saying, “I feel so happy for you. I would really like to see this Edward boy sometime. He seems very nice too.” So mother and Ella started to make some wedding plans, and I was very happy for Ella. I thought, ‘Now she’s finally getting what she deserves. She worked so hard trying to help mother take care of us.’ But then Ella pointed out, “But where will we get the money to buy all these things?” That simple sentence brought frowns to our parents’ faces. Then I had the most brilliant idea.

“I know! We can get double shift jobs! I can go around the town delivering newspapers, and Jacob can sell all those extra toys and books he doesn’t play with anymore! Ella can find an extra job, and when she has spare time she can stitch her own wedding dress with the materials we get for her! With the money left over, we can go visit the doctor about Julie’s cold!” Everybody was nodding their heads thinking about it. So our family talked over it and finally, my parents approved. So right after we had permission, we got busy. Mother was busy looking for people who had the money to buy Jacob’s things, Ella started to look for jobs she could manage, and I started to run around the town delivering newspapers and taking care of Julie.

After months of hard work and sacrifices, we had enough money for Julie and Ella. So we were glad we could do what we could and tried to cheer up. Ella was going to get married on April 6 which was three months later. We took Julie to the doctor and she seemed to get better until the doctor called mother in for a private talk. So Ella and I waited outside for a couple of minutes which felt like hours until Mother came out wet with tears. “What’s the matter, mom? What did the doctor say?” I asked her. She looked up still crying, and said,
“It’s Julie. It’s not just a cold she is having. It’s a lung cancer. The doctor said they can cure her since it’s not that late, but we don’t have the money for the surgery.” I felt a sudden numbness come to me.
“But we can’t just let her die mom! We have to do something. How much can it be? I mean, even though it’s the Depression, I’m sure we can figure something out!”

“What can we do? There’s nothing for us to do. It costs $500. What can we do about that?”
Ella and I cried the whole night thinking about Julie and the disease. “I can’t believe it. Julie is only six years old! She’s too young to die!” I cried out.

“Shhhh… Nobody is going to die. I’m sure the doctors will do something to cure Julie. They said that it wasn’t that late. Miracles happen, you know.” But I heard uncertainty in her voice. I felt bad for Julie but also for Ella. Her wedding was only a couple of months away and she had to go through all the trouble taking care of Julie.

Days, and weeks and months passed until it was April 6th. Ella looked beautiful as ever and almost everybody came for her wedding. Everyone except Julie. I thought she might need some company since she was the only one who was in the hospital with just nurses around her. So I sneaked out and ran all the way to the hospital Julie was in. I knocked on the door, and I heard a faint sound that I think said, “Come in.” So I opened the door and went in. Julie looked horrible. She looked all weak and tired but somehow she managed a smile. “Oh, thank god, it’s you, Katie. I was so bored!” I managed to show her a smile and sat down next to her bed. “So Ella is getting married today, right? I feel so happy for her. I just wish I could be with everyone else and see her…” We talked for a while until Julie said, “I don’t feel very well today. What did the doctors say about my sickness? I’m pretty sure it’s not an ordinary cold. Do you know what it is Katie?” I stammered trying to figure out what to say. Obviously I couldn’t tell her it was lung cancer. Thankfully she changed the subject. “I don’t want to talk about sickness when you come to visit me. I miss playing with you outside in the snow…” Julie’s voice seemed to get smaller and smaller and it was just so painful to sit with her.

“I think I better get going. The rest of the family must be looking for me. Oh, and here.” I said as I handed her a bouquet of flowers. “Daisies. Your favorite.” She smiled at me and smelled the flower and she said,

“Thank you, but I thought you were going to get the rest of the family.”

“Right, okay… Get some rest. I’ll be back before you know it.” So I stood up, walked towards the door and I ran towards the church. But as soon as I reached the church, I was shocked. I saw mother crying desperately and so was dad. My dad isn’t the kind of person who will cry, so I knew something was wrong. “What’s the matter everyone? Why are you all crying? We are all supposed to be all happy and everything for Ella. Why are you all crying?” I asked, puzzled.

“It’s Julie.” Ella managed to say. “ The nurse just called and told us that Julie died as soon as you left.”

The wedding and funeral took place simultaneously. I didn’t know if I should be happy or sad. All the memories about Julie flushed back to me reminding me of all the things we used to do together and how much fun we had too. After the funeral, I was just wandering around, thinking about Julie until I came to a garden filled with just daisies. ‘I’ll always remember you, Julie,’ I thought. ‘You certainly were a one-of-a-kind.’

[subbu]

Madeline Kline: The Funeral and Wedding.
Subbu
I was humming “Meet me in St. Louis” when there was a loud rap-rap on the door. I glanced up from my knitting and thought, ‘Must be the mailman,’ I pushed myself up from my lovely rocking chair on the porch, and hobbled through the house. I reached my front door, a wonderfully carved oak door that had cost Erik, my husband, his salary. As I unlocked the many latches that sadly littered the back of my beautiful door, I could hear squeaks and giggles. Something was wrong, but I had opened those countless latches and I was not going to close them again. Besides, what sort of a villain giggles when ambushing an old lady? I opened the door boldly and found myself staring into the face of Ashlinn Stoll, my daughter.
I stared, transfixed, at Ashlinn. She moved forward and put her arms around me. I twitched and then remembered she was my daughter, who had chosen to live on the other side of America.. I forced my arms-tired from all that knitting-to rise up and hug Ashlinn. We rocked back and forth like that for a minute until Travis, Ashlinn’s 6-year old son, tugged at my dress, squealing,
“Granma Madeline! Look wha’ Daddy bough’ from th’ airport shop!”

I released Ashlinn and peered down at him.

“What’s that, Travis? Your Daddy got you a contraption? Then let’s see it!”

Travis giggled and gleefully raised a toy car.

“This is th’ conthrap……cantrap……” he frowned and suddenly a deep voice said,

“The word is contraption, Travis. Now say hi nicely to Granma Madeline.”

“Harry Stoll!”
I said delightedly to my daughter’s husband. Harry grinned and walked forward and shook my hand. I shook it and then asked brightly,

“Where is 5-year old Rosie?”

“Oh, in the car. She got tired.” Ashlinn replied.

“Okay, then bring her to my bedroom. She’ll sleep well there. Come in!” I said.

While I ushered them through my narrow hallways, I heard “ooh!”s and “aah!”s. I grinned to myself. I had changed the house after their last visit, and it seemed to be to their liking. I told Harry, who was carrying Rosie, to leave her on my bed, and then check their rooms out. A little later Ashlinn announced that Harry and she would be making dinner.

“Harry?” I echoed, slightly lost.

Harry grinned.

“Mrs. Madeline, you seem to be a little behind the times. In the 21st century, the women are the heads of houses, and we males are mere servants!”
After that he laughed good-naturedly and followed Ashlinn into the maze I called my home.

After an hour, Rosie woke up, and delicious smells were drifting into the room. Rosie, Travis, and I played “name, place, animal, thing”. After a while, we got bored, and Rosie, pointing at my dressing table, said,

“Who’s that lady, Granny?”
I looked at where she was pointing, and my stomach gave a jolt.
“That,” I said, “is Wendy Senussi, my best friend’s aunt.”

“Your best friend’s aunt?” Travis asked, his face a mask of curiosity.

“Yes.” I sighed, not wanting to go into the story. “And if you want to know why I have a photo of her on my dresser, I’ll tell you……………”

“Two days before my wedding to Grandpa Erik, I got a call from Sandra Senussi, my best friend, saying kind and sweet Mrs. Wendy died because of a heart attack. She told me that Mrs. Wendy’s funeral would be in two days.”

“But tha’s when your weddin’ was!” Travis gasped.

“I know, I know!” I said. “Let me continue!”

“Anyway, just like you, Travis, I panicked-and blurted out that I wouldn’t be able to be there. I then slammed the phone down and felt disgusted with myself. Sweet Mrs. Wendy who always loved me and treated me well, died, and I told Sandra that I couldn’t come to her funeral? I tried to work up the guts to call Sandra back, apologize, and explain. I wanted to hear her say, ‘Oh, that’s okay, Madeline!’ but I couldn’t.”

Rosie was now giving me a supremely sorry look.

“Er, well,” I said hastily. “The story goes on.”

“It was two days later when I really did feel scared. My two most prominent emotions were battling as I walked down the aisle two days later: happiness and sadness. I clutched my father’s arm hard, as if I never wanted to let go of him. But when I reached the end of the aisle, I let go of my father’s arm and stood next to Grandpa Erik. He looked at me lovingly, and I managed a smile in return.”

Rosie giggled, sounding slightly ditzy, and Travis made an ‘e-yuck!’ face. I frowned, and then continued.

“I vaguely heard Grandpa say, ‘I do’ and when the priest asked me, my eyes flickered to Erik’s-oops, Grandpa Erik’s,-eyes. I was startled to find eyes full of sympathy for me. Those eyes told me, ‘I know what happened and how you feel about it. Please don’t brood about it. Today’s your wedding day!’ Finally I made one of my famous split second decisions. ‘I do.’ I said.”

Rosie squealed here, clutching at the blankets. I looked at her, and then continued.

“At the after party, I realized Sandra was here, puffy-eyed, and drinking punch. She said, ‘Sorry Madeline. I didn’t realize it was your wedding day.’ And that, truly, made my day.”
And with that, I ended my story and just then I heard Ashlinn yell, “Dinner’s up, Mom! Can you get the kids here?”

[jiwon]

Happy Funeral &Unfortunate Wedding
Today, the wedding and the funeral will take place simultaneously. The bride and bridegroomwere not willing toget married at the same time as the funeral, because it was a sad thing that a person died. They thought that it would not bring them luck if they have the wedding at the same time as the funeral. Several people thought that it would be a problem if they took the wedding and the funeral.Meanwhile, others thought it wouldn’t be a problem. The bride and groom were so sad that a person died on their wedding day.They decided to not get married. The people decided to delay the wedding and take the funeral first. They both were disappointed, but they knew that the funeral has to take place first because the funeral can’t be taken in other time. They had a problem. Their friends and cousins or other people who came to celebrate the wedding didn’t know where to stay over the night because their houses were far away. They were chaos about these sudden crises. The bride and groom didn’t know what to do. The people who were invited for the wedding couldn’t come another time either. Even they had to pay the money for arrangements and preparations since they booked the hotel for wedding.

The bride and groom went to the funeral and argued with the people who were there,because actually the wedding was fixed first and that was all cancelleddue to the sudden crisis, the funeral!

“How are we going to solve this problem?” said the bride’s mother with a taut voice.

“Can we have the funeral first? We are very sad about my son.” said the father of dead person.

“How about our money? We are wasting too much money! Everything was prepared for us and we can’t even use it! I understand your situation butif you take the funeral first, you should pay us a large amount of money…”

The two groups had an argument,they didn’t control themselves andbride’s friend called to the police secretly to solve these problems.Then cops came and caught everybody.

“You two have to tell me about these sudden crises with evidences.” said the police peevishly.

“The wedding was reserved first,but since my best friend suddenly died yesterday with a mosquito bit, we were begging to them that we had to take the funeral first. The hotel that they had reserved wanted money even if they didn’t take the wedding because the hotel prepared everything and they even took money for the event. And the people who were invited to the wedding didn’t have a hotel tonight to stay at their homes were far away it seemed.” said a friend of dead person.
Suddenly the police laughed so much with his stomach pain, and said,
“Do you guys think that I can solve this problem? It is your authority to solve this problem by yourselves. Or else, just do the rock-scissor-paper-shoot! The winner can take the event first,” said the silly police man.

The people thought that the police man went in a strange way, but they really did the rock -scissor-paper-shoot like the police said. The funeral team won! The wedding team accepted it but they felt worried. They had to pay 1,000 dollars without doing anything. It was a large amount of money because the hotel that they reserved were full of fancy gold or silver walls like a palace, and the expensive cake that they bought was decorated nicely with flowers and sugar dolls.

I didn’t know whether I should be happy or sad because I was not in both of the teams and the funeral took place first luckily.I feel pity for the bride and bridegroom, but in the other hand, I should be glad about the funeral since it takes place first. I can feel that the wedding was sadly couldn’t take the place. However, I hope you would accept the decision which I had taken at the end of my story that the funeral took place first, and I hope youenjoyed the story about ‘Happy Funeral & Unfortunate Wedding’.

[manuel]

Manuel Sep.13, 2010

The Wife Killer

Five years ago, two boyfriends called John and Carlie were going to get married during the same. So they were searching for a church where the weddings could take place. They searched for many hours in the lonely town of Varrock where people live happily. They were frustrated, hungry, and tired, until they saw a very nice church where they thought they could get married. They got out of the car to get in the church. Once they were inside, they saw a priest singing cheerfully. They watched him sing until he stopped and turned to them.
“Welcome to the house of God! What can I do for you?”

“We were interested in having our wedding here in this church,” Carlie said.

“You are always going to be welcomed to have any event in this church.” The priest said, “When are you planning to get married?”

“Next month,” John said.

“Ok, I will let you have the wedding next month on Friday.”

“Thank you Father!” they both said.

So they got out of the church and went inside the car and drove away without noticing a man that was about forty years old, with a grey beard, blue pants, and a grey shirt watching the news on T.V. He was listening to the reporter.
“Bob Jones, about 40-45 years old, broke out of jail yesterday. They think he is still in Varrock, but everyone in the police station is worried because he was known as the Wife Killer. It has been reported that ten weddings are planned in this month. Is he going to be in the weddings? We don’t know.”
Bob Jones made an evil smile on his face and started laughing like a maniac without stopping.

The next week the first wedding took place in a beautiful green and colorful park where there were squirrels and birds. When the wedding started everyone sat at their place and started listening to the priest. At the End of the wedding, Bob Jones jumped from a roof just like a ninja. Everyone got scared since he had a huge knife in his hand . He ran to the bride and killed her, and then ran away. The husband looked at the wife and started crying with the crowd.

Three weeks passed and he kept killing wives without being stopping. A day before John's and Carly's wedding in the afternoon, the police got a call from the town people telling them what had happened for the past three weeks and who was the killer. They were impressed how much damage Bob Jones had done. So the first thing that they did was to call John and Carly and tell them what happened in the wedding and ask if they wanted protection in their wedding. They accepted the offer.

Later that evening, Bob Jones found their address by interrogating people. It was 12:00am and the boyfriends were asleep. Bob Jones saw an open window where he could get inside the kitchen. When he got inside of the house, he accidently slipped and made a vase fell. John and Carly woke up because of the huge sound that Bob Jones made. John told Carly, “Stay here and hide wait for me to return.”

John went downstairs with a shovel and a lamp. He was kind of scared since he had never seen a thief before. Bob Jones noticed him as soon as he got downstairs. So he hid behind a green puffy sofa so that he could kill him by surprise. Then the man shouted, “Who’s there?!” “Who’s there?!”No one answered. Bob Jones showed himself and tried to kill the man with his giant knife, but he dodged it and smashed him with the shovel. Bob Jones was in pain, and ran away.

The man came back to the woman thirty minutes later. She was worried about him, so she asked, “Are you all right?”

“Yes, he tried to kill me. This man is dangerous. Should we cancel the wedding?”

“Well, the wedding is tomorrow. Let’s just continue with it.”

“Okay, sure, it is your decision. Do whatever you want.”


The wedding started right at 10:00am with tons of guards at the entrance. When the wedding started everyone listened to the priest speak. At the end of the wedding everyone left the church to celebrate. The boyfriend’s were the last persons to leave. When they left the church they heard people screaming and running away because Bob Jones was there. Bob Jones stared at the bride and ran to her. She was scared; she thought that he would kill her. Instead he grabbed her and ran away. The husband got mad and started following them. They ran for thirty minutes in Varrock until Bob Jones got to a dead end. Bob Jones grabbed his giant knife and tried to kill the husband, but he dodged it just like he did the day before and punched him. The husband grabbed the knife and dropped it in his pocket. The he asked,“Why are you killing so many brides?” “What have they done to you?”

“Because that’s what happened to my wife fifteen years ago on my wedding!” Bob Jones shouted

“Tell me what happened.” John said

“ Fifteen years ago. My wife and I were going to get married in a beautiful park where you could perfectly see the town of Varrock. When the wedding was over a thief appeared and told my wife to give him her necklace. She refused to give it to him. The man took out his knife and killed my wife. Which is the knife that you have in your pocket right now. I got so mad at him that I took the knife from his pocket and killed him with it. I kept the knife afterwards and got arrested for killing the thief.”

“Look, I am very sorry, but that doesn’t mean you have to kill wives that have nothing to do with that.”

He grabbed Bob Jones by the arms and took him to the police in the church. Bob Jones got arrested and the husband went back his wife. Then a man got near John and told him. “I am proud that you could get back your wife. While you had your wedding we made a funeral for all the wives that died.”

“I am sorry for hearing about the funeral that I wish I could have been there.”

The next day the husband and wife celebrated their marriage and the funeral in a beautiful place with tons of flowers and a lot of animals with all of the Varrock people, the police, Bob Jones in a cell, and the priest. They lived happily ever after.

The End