The day of the funeral arrived the next morning, and I arose early at 6AM, dressed and had his breakfast and Not much to do this morning so he tidied the place during the morning then at 8AM called the mausoleum to be sure the crypt were ready. I reached in the casket and looked at the beautiful young girl lays in her casket. She was beautiful even in death! He had also brought a red long stemmed rose and placed it in Abigail's hands. Damn; She was such a lovely corpse I wish I could keep her but alas that wasn't possible and I knew it. I reopened the lower casket lid, lifted Abigail's dress up the waist spreading her legs widely apart. I rubbed her sexy thighs as my lips kissed her pussy lips through her panties. At approx 9; I then pulled down and straightened her dress, tucking into place. I closed the lower lid of the oak casket. Even now, many days after her death, laying in a casket, Abigail looked as if she might get up at any moment. Yet, of course, this was not true, and after a few final moments; I said my goodbyes, kissed her lips and then the light of the sun was finally shut off from as the upper lid was shut and sealed for the last time, covering her beauty in darkness. The casket was rolled out of the room be loaded into the waiting hearse for the trip young to the church and placed it inside, with the funeral director leading the way. Zeke climbed into the back of the hearse and helped to slide the casket in. The hearse pulled away from the curb and began the slow drive to the cemetery. Once arriving at the church; they were unloaded and carried into the church and the body lay in state for 30 min prior before the closed casket service. The casket was covered with flowers, and after they had been put on the bier, colour photographs of Abigail in life were placed atop the casket. The service itself commenced promptly at about 10:30 and it wasn’t long until there weren’t many dry eyes in the place. At the appointed time, those gathered took their seats. The church was packed and overflowing. The reverend at the Miller family’s 550 seat church, who had known the young lady since her birth, had the honor of officiating the brief service while several family members, friends, and even a couple of Abigail’s childhood teachers all came up to the podium at one point or another to share their memories of her life and to express their deepest condolences about her tragic death. Everything about the ceremony was meticulously planned and went off without a hitch, and everyone that attended seemed very touched by all of it. It was a asian simple, beautiful service that Zeke had heard many times. The poignant funeral service was ultimately concluded and her casket was carried to the waiting hearse by the pallbearers just outside the front steps for the internment of its final resting place. Those gathered followed quietly behind. A small police escort would lead her hearse and the personal vehicles of those in attendance about a mile down the road to transport her to the Memorial Park. It was here, before the owner of the home conducted brief graveside service outside the Miller family crypt that everyone could say their goodbyes before the casket holding the young, cold body of Abigail Elizabeth Miller was slowly carried into the crypt and placed in its compartment. A concrete lid was slid over the top and the door to the outside of the crypt was closed and locked. The body of the beautiful Miss Abigail Elizabeth Miller whose lives had been snuffed out were now laid to rest for eternity in what was meant to be her final rest beside her mother and the services concluded. And yet, would this young woman, tragically taken from a life cut all-too-short, truly rest undisturbed for all eternity? Zeke hoped that death would enjoy his new bride. Eternal rests are not, in fact, always eternal... 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