Declue Funeral - Home Obits Repack

They ended with see you soon . If you'd like, I can also write a mock "Declue Funeral Home" obituary template or a more mysterious/horror-tinged version. Just let me know.

Margaret kept going, not as an obituary, but as a letter. She wrote about the time Henry refinanced the funeral home’s mortgage to buy a stray dog a $4,000 surgery. About how he sang off-key to every body he prepared, saying, “Can’t send ‘em off in silence.” About the way he held her hand at the movies even when his arthritis screamed. declue funeral home obits

But tonight, the cursor blinked on a blank screen, and for the first time, the name in her notes was her own. They ended with see you soon

Margaret stood on the porch, reading the crowd’s tribute. A young man she didn’t recognize handed her a coffee—black, two sugars. “Henry said you forget to eat.” Margaret kept going, not as an obituary, but as a letter

Margaret adjusted her glasses. “Who else knows him?”

Henry Declue, her husband of fifty-two years, had died that morning. Same heart that had carried her over every threshold, stopped mid-sentence while buttering toast.

When she finished, the obituary was 1,400 words. Far too long for the Willow Creek Gazette . But she printed it anyway, and Sarah taped it to the funeral home’s front door.