Identity: Chapter Twenty-One
The focus had been on what had horrified the mourners, not who exactly had seen the body. "nevertheless" lennox said. "i think we need to have a word with miss vaughn. her stalking of this case is going a little too far."
Identity: Chapter Nineteen
She pointed to a group of mourners close to the door, where a thin pine marten in a baby-blue business suit was strolling around casually snapping photos of guests. ned found himself giving a low growl of annoyance.
Poem: Life & Death
The king of the dead says, "ne'er they goes" the mourner is not easily consoled the reaper's cloak conseals the syth of souls even the corpse is covered in mold life is like a fragile, frail flower many have tried to take control even wise men
We Will All Miss You!
After all, she gave them something they all needed, something his fellow mourners miss. tom feels a sense of pride, of camaraderie. they're all here because of gertrude, because of the way she touched them, because of the way she loved them.
Colony Collapse Disorder
I was their only mourner when they died. for their memorial: this dross i write, and two most noble things; sweetness and light.
Benjamin the Wolf
The words were the start of the mourner's kaddish, which meant that another one of his friends had passed away, this time issac alvarez, his college friend.
Two Friends [Epilogue]
mourners passed by mark; some seemed calm, their eyes glowed with fond memories of their loved ones, others silently cried knowing that they will never see their loved ones again, but their faces showed that they were moving on and accepted their death.
Cyanide of Riddance Chapter 5.
Milo was being held against his will by the evil legion of immediate family mourners of doom! back, you putrid, perverse purveyors of evil!" the family started crying as bluro took him out of his coffin. "bluro here! what? no sir.
Misplaced Muse
Have they yet been usurped by crowds of mourners? return to us, those ancient glories those tales of the honorable, the just tales of the good, who help because they must. remember, oh remember, those artful stories.
Stalker
Her black hair, silken and still, crowned upon her pale face, justifying her beauty, the moonlight shining down on the mourners, played across her face. the marks of the cause. how could this have happened?
POV vore - you and an anteater
There will be no casket with mourners. or at least not a casket with a body in it. when rudy is done with you there simply won't be a body to bury. the best your family might get is an urn full of ash made from burnt anteater poop.
Collar 14 -- Numbers and 1 Corinthians
Some of the mourners had been kind enough to make a small offering to st. christopher's, and i made certain that it all went into the special pocket of my cassock.