033  Funeral of Mr.Quinn

Mr. Quinn's funeral was very quiet. His speech and farewell were very quiet. There were no passionate speeches and poems. Perhaps this was also related to the fact that most of the people who come to the funeral were people who enter the other world half on one foot. We all know that when people are old enough to a certain extent, they will be more inclined to be quiet when they realize that flashiness is only an appearance.

At this time, Ryan naturally hid in the church where the farewell ceremony was held, because the reporters who could not enter the tomb area and the church crowded into the Anderson house. If they want to report the [Anderson funeral home] where Mr. Quinn's funeral was fortunately held and take photos, Ryan didn't know whether thry will go crazy if they find that they can't keep the master of the Anderson funeral home after they go back to develop the photos.

At the end of the farewell ceremony, most people gradually dispersed. Another step of the funeral, burial, was a more private ceremony. He was not the closest friend of the Quinn family and was not eligible to participate. The old people who have sat for several hours also had the space to move their hands and feet.

Ryan and Benjamin stood in front of the main door of the church, occasionally bowed down, saluted the departing guests, and then handed their business cards. That was the point. Although Mrs. Quinn promised to help the Anderson family with publicity and booked the Quinn family funeral, now they were also idle. It is better to send business cards and get acquainted with these future guests.

"It was a good ceremony." An old lady, supported by people, approached the two, "solemn and clean. I like the layout of the church, especially the statue of the son of God in the middle, which makes people awe."

Ryan turned his eyes to the old lady and saluted slightly: "Mrs. Quinn asked for a traditional ceremony, so we removed the complicated decoration. If you are interested in the church, you can talk to the priest."

The strange lady waved her hand, and the people who helped her backed away. Ryan and Benjamin immediately came forward and helped the old lady. The old lady nodded with satisfaction, raised her fingers, and motioned to walk along the porch to one side.

"I don't care about the church at all, and I don't want to hear the priest preach." As she walked away from the crowd, the old lady's tone immediately changed, "what I would do is to donate some money to let them replace those cold and hard chairs! If I sit for another hour, I think my ass will be stuck on it!"

The two men raised eyebrows. Now they had no idea where the old lady suddenly came and where the conversation was going.

"The only thing I care about is you two!" The old lady raised her dry and wrinkled hands and waved to the old people in front.

Ryan frowned. He realized something was wrong. He looked at the place where the old lady waved, and Mrs. Quinn was among them. She gave Ryan a meaningful look, and her eyes drifted to Poche who was walking to the car.

"Excuse me, madam?"

"Does it matter?" The old lady moves very slowly. At this speed, it will take some time to get to Mrs. Quinn.

It really doesn't matter. At least now the old lady didn't mean to leave the funeral, which meaned she belongs to the area that is qualified to participate in the funeral ceremony and belongs to the close friends of the Quinnes. Mrs. Quinn's friends are all people at the top of pyramid. Ryan had a general guess in his mind now.

These old people who took the initiative to withdraw from the era did not want to say clearly, and Ryan no longer asked more questions about her identity, "why does madam care about us?"

"It depends on what happens to Poche." The old lady chuckled, "you are smart boys. I trust Quinn's vision, but I trust what I see. So, I'm looking forward to it."

Ryan and Benjamin looked at each other and seemed to think of something. Without saying more, they honestly helped his wife into Quinn's small circle.

When they left, Mrs. Quinn said faintly, "the Great Dane you sent us has eaten a lot."

"A week, if Mrs Quinn gets bored, she can send it back." Ryan bowed and replied.

"Yes." Mrs. Quinn nodded. Strangely, the other old people nodded and looked at the two with a smile. "We can start the burial ceremony."

"Yes, madam."

Mr. Quinn's coffin was carried to the hearse and went to the tomb area. In recent days, Ryan hired nearby farmers to clean up the tomb circle selected by Mrs. Quinn. Now, there WERE still some farmers waiting in the tomb area. They will act as coolies in the burial ceremony.

At the beginning of the ceremony, Ryan and Benjamin had retreated to the distance and watched a group of men and women dressed in black around the cemetery, silently bowing their heads and praying with the priest's prayer.

"What happened just now? I have a bad feeling." Benjamin frowned and said to Ryan.

Ryan smiled bitterly: "I think Mrs. Quinn did not help us promote the funeral industry of the Anderson family, but 'we'."

Benjamin sighed lightly, "I thought of it too. I don't think it's a good thing. It will lead us to a road we never thought of."

Ryan lowered the brim of his hat to block the sun, looked at his friend, and seriously asked, "do you think I'm wrong? Rashly reached an agreement with Mrs. Quinn."

"No." Benjamin shook his head. "You just did what you should do. In order to keep the Anderson house alive, we need customers like Mrs. Quinn. You took a risk. We just don't know whether it's worth it."

As I said before, the conversation between vampires and Mrs Quinn in the church changed the life path of all 'people'. Now this road was still in the fog and can't be seen clearly, because Poche, who was annoying to everyone, was still breathing the fresh air from the outside world and hadn't been admitted to the madhouse 'at his own will'. In Quinn's property will, the regulation that "when the heir is unable to operate Quinn group due to physical and mental reasons, he will lose the right of inheritance" had not yet taken effect. Mrs. Quinn and her friends were still waiting for the result of the matter.

When all the dust settled, Mrs. Quinn didn't cross the line she didn't want to cross. She kept her hands clean and got the result she wanted. And her friends would fully trust Quinn's vision.

Ryan said that Mrs. Quinn did help them publicize, but the theme of the publicity was not the funeral home, but 'they'. In this world, there are many things that do not want to know why and how the process is, but just want to make it come true, just like miracles.

And 'they', like the son of God, meet this need.