Chapter 358: The best funeral ever.
There was a moment of silence as the solicitor folded the letter and put it away. He avoided everyone’s eyes because he was afraid that some of the people at the funeral would love to take their swords and stab him. It was hard to tell who would take lead. The crown prince whose naked picture had been in Lady Jane’s possession all along or those whose affairs he had exposed.
There was a scream and a fight broke out between Duchess Crane and Lady Thistlebaum.
While others were trying to stop the fight, Sigrid was gesturing at Brolin to stop the solicitor because she wanted the naked painting of her husband back. The way he was glowering at her, he was ready to eat her alive, and not in the good way.
The Reverend decided not to bother saying any last words. In the midst of minor chaos, he said the last prayers and the casket was lowered into the ground. When it touched down, it made a bubbly popping sound--like a bottle of champagne uncorking from inside.
Lady Percival and others popped the fox brew open, someone set off fireworks, startling the organists. Despite Lord Derrick’s protests, drums of wine were poured into the ground.
Lord Pemberton suddenly returned with a sword just as mourners were about to throw flowers onto the casket.
"I am going to kill you Derrick, you ruined her." He was screaming as he run forward with that sword.
Swords had no eyes, and the wielder was drunk. People screamed and run out of his way. Red knights took Lord Pemberton down.
Lady Jane was finally laid to rest beneath s headstone that read: She came, she saw, she spilled.