Dog’s Barking at Funeral Uncovers Shocking Secret: Empty Coffin Revealed

Dog Barks at Coffin during Funeral, Suspicious Son Opens It and Finds It Empty – Story of the Day

When Ryan’s dog runs into the church and begins barking at his father’s coffin, he becomes suspicious. When Ryan opens the box after seeing the dog is alert, he discovers his father’s body is gone.

Ryan realized he wasn’t ready to say goodbye to his father, so he got out of the car and stood outside the church. He thought, “We couldn’t even give Dad a proper funeral.” Bella’s piercing bark caught his attention.

Ryan turned to face Bella in his car, who was acting angrier than normal.

“Bella!” She complied with his hand motion to lie down. Through the open car window, he gave her a head pat. “Now, stay, Bella.”

Then Ryan ignored Bella’s cries and turned to go, heading into the church. Since his father Arnold had passed away from an infectious ailment, the funeral director had already set up his casket, closed it, and discreetly fenced off the immediate area.

Ryan took a seat next to his mom. Given the circumstances of his death, Arnold would be cremated rather than buried.

Bella’s bark reverberated throughout the cathedral as the liturgy came to a finish and the mourners stood to sing the last hymn. She started barking loudly and leaped on the coffin, knocking the floral arrangement to the ground.

Ryan realized something was wrong as Bella sat in her alert position on the floor, staring at him.

He said, “Open the casket!”

A gasp went up through the group. Ryan was indifferent. When he opened the casket after approaching it, he discovered it was empty.

“Wh-Where’s my brother?” Staring at the funeral director was his uncle.

Ryan’s mom found the situation intolerable. Her knees buckled and her eyes rolled back in her brain. Ryan was able to grab her before her head made contact with the marble floor. To the hospital he hurried her.

Ryan dialed the police from his mother’s residence.

“At this point, all we know is that the coroner confirmed the cause of death and released the remains to the funeral home,” Detective Bradshaw informed him. “Was your father involved in any activities I should be aware of?”

Ryan had not been part of his father’s company since the establishment of his canine training and rehabilitation facility. But he knew Arnold would never put his or the company’s image at danger.

Since there was no crucial lead yet, Detective Bradshaw left, promising to stay in touch with updates. But Ryan didn’t want to wait. The hospital was keeping his mom overnight. He left Bella at home and went to the morgue to find answers.

“The coroner resigned? The new coroner—what about him? When the nurse at reception told Ryan there was no new coroner yet, Ryan was confused. The nurse denied him access to his father’s file, citing policy violations.

Ryan had the ability to persuade her. When he sneaked into the coroner’s office, she turned a blind eye, even though he had left $1000 on the counter. He began scouring the shelves in vain to find his father’s file. There was no file for Arnold.

Ryan was not happy. His phone started vibrating and snapped him out of it. Mr. Stevens, it was his father’s attorney. Ryan was told by the older man that he was Arnold’s company’s new CEO and that he needed to meet him immediately.

Ryan discovered Arnold’s Gmail inbox was empty when he opened it on the office computer as soon as he got to his father’s office. The messages had been erased by someone.

“Hey Ryan! It’s good to see you,” Mr. Stevens said as he went into the chamber and closed the door.

“Who’s been using this computer?” Ryan enquired.

“Nobody,” Mr. Stevens answered back.

“Wait, where are the dancers?” Ryan saw that his father’s office was missing two figurines.

I see. He brought them home. Alas, ArnoldHe was never able to obtain the set’s third figurine. Is it really true that the owner will only take a payment of half a million dollars? stated Mr. Stevens.

Ryan was certain that Arnold hadn’t brought them back. Since arriving for the funeral, he had explored his parents’ home extensively, but he had not seen the dancers anywhere.

“But anyway, we have more important matters to discuss…” Ryan was told by Mr. Stevens that they were deeply in debt and that a number of investors were threatening to withhold their money since Arnold had been skipping meetings with them for several months prior to his passing.

“…and it all began when this place hired his new secretary.” I think he was seeing her romantically, with all due respect to Arnold and his family,” Mr. Stevens disclosed.

The image of his mother’s dejected expression made Ryan lose his temper. If Mr. Stevens hadn’t intervened, he would have gone up to his father’s secretary because doing so would have damaged Arnold’s image.

Ryan brought gift baskets to the most important investors after spending the day organizing the debt issue. He observed Miss Pearson, his father’s secretary, pull into the garage of a modest suburban house after work. He parked his car outside her house, since she was the only lead he had thus far.

A little later, he was startled awake by her garage door’s spinning sounds. He wanted to follow her as soon as he saw her head into the city in her automobile. Then he had a brighter thought. With a quick leap from his vehicle, he entered the garage before the door shut. He discovered a passage leading into her home there.

First he discovered the kitchen, opened the drawers, and discovered a flashlight. He was reluctant to switch on the lights in case Miss Pearson returned home unexpectedly. When he walked into her bedroom and saw the framed picture of her kissing Arnold on the nightstand, it broke his heart.

Reminding himself that he was here to track down a lead that would assist him determine what had happened to his father, Ryan remained composed. Miss Pearson’s residence was searched, but he found nothing. He was ready to walk away, dejected, when he noticed the coffee table’s drawer was slightly open.

He found an envelope from Manila intriguing. It contained Arnold’s $7 million life insurance policy, with the only beneficiary beingPearson, Miss Ryan drove to the police station after obtaining the papers.

“This is quite compelling…” examining the file, Detective Bradshaw stated. “Let me see what else I can find out about this Pearson woman.”

She approached Ryan and his group of officers while he was sitting close to the front desk. It transpired that Miss Pearson had a reservation on a flight that will depart for Morocco in thirty minutes.

“Since the US has no extradition treaty with the Moroccan government, it’s vital we bring her in for questioning before she boards the plane!”

Detective Bradshaw turned down Ryan’s request to go with the officers since he was a civilian. Ryan disregarded her advice and went with her.

“Police!” When Detective Bradshaw and her squad got close to a boarding gate, she let out a yell. “Let us through!”

They moved to the boarding area when Ryan blended in with the group and snuck past the airport security guards. The police dispersed right away and began questioning the passengers.

“You’re there! The woman with dark hair wearing a white top! Detective Bradshaw screamed, “Get off the line and raise your hands in the air.”

Though relieved that they had apprehended Miss Pearson, Ryan’s grin vanished as soon as she turned around. Miss Pearson was not who she was. For hours, the police searched, but Miss Pearson was nowhere to be seen.

Ryan had to start over. However, he knew deep down that Arnold was still alive. The figurines were not at his mother’s house, Ryan knew that. His father must have brought the figurines with him wherever he went. Ryan found the third figurine’s owner online and went to see him.

“Okay, so…He pointed to the figurine and asked, “How much will you take for it?”

“$750,000,” Mr. Frederick, the collector, answered.

“That’s far above the market value for the artist’s work, sir.”

“So, don’t purchase it. Young man, there is no negotiating the price!”

Ryan asked for more time to get the money together since he had to have it. He went back to his car, picked up the phone, and informed Mr. Stevens that he was interested in selling his firm shares for $750,000.

“But then you won’t have a controlling stake in the company, Ryan!” stated Mr. Stevens.

Ryan clarified, “I know, Mr. Stevens, but this is urgent.” “I need the cash immediately, but if I’m right, I should be able to buy back those shares within the week.”

“Ryan, as a major stakeholder and legal advisor for the company, I get the feeling it would behoove me not to ask questions about why you need such a large amount of money at such short notice,” Mr. Stevens finally said in a measured tone.

“As a longtime family friend, however,” Mr. Stevens went on, “I must know if this is related to the suspicion I shared with you about Miss Pearson.”

“In a sense, sure,” Ryan answered.

Mr. Stevens let out a sigh. She has vanished as well; she did not show up for work today, and her phone number is no longer active. I’ll get you the money as soon as possible—better not ask me for the specifics—and wire it to you.”

Ryan raced inside to talk with Mr. Frederick as soon as he got the notification that the money was in his account. Ryan interrupted the elder man as he was muttering something about how the figurine was the sole piece of the set still in existence and therefore worth more than he was asking.

“Sir, I’m providing you the $750 000 you requested, effective right away. Mr. Frederick, are you not a man of your word?

At last, Mr. Frederick consented to sell the statuette. At this point, Ryan was prepared to move on. He made a brief halt and made a few phone calls from his car before heading back to his mother’s place.

His mother questioned, “Where on earth have you been, Ryan?” “The house is vacant when I get home from the hospital, and poor Bella is completely bored. I haven’t seen you much since the funeral, and your dog truly misses you. I can’t keep her occupied enough.”

With a whispered “I’m sorry, Mom,” “Just have faith that the work I’ve been doing is really significant. It’s also about to end very soon.”

Ryan observed the audience from a pillar close to the rear of the main bidding area of the auction house. The next lot up for bid was the figurine he’d purchased. As the podium was moved forward, he cast a quick glance in its direction.

There were fewer and fewer participants as the cost increased. The tall, white-haired man in the navy suit was the other, and the overweight man with the protruding nose was the first. They were both not his father.

Ryan was adamant about remaining anonymous and personally funded multiple advertisements to make sure his father, wherever he may be, was aware that the figure was up for sale today.

“$600,000 going only once,” said the auctioneer.

Ryan’s heart fell. In addition to losing his bait and losing the opportunity to locate his father, he was afraid he would suffer a significant loss on the figurine.

“…going twice…”

“$1 million!”

The sound of his father’s voice gave Ryan shivers. He watched in dismay as Arnold stood up from a chair close to the rear of the auction room and took off his broad-brimmed hat.

“$1 million going once…going twice…sold to the man in the beige coat!” The saleman pounded the gavel.

Arnold quickly put his hat back on and went to the door. Ryan dashed to one side of the room, obstructing his way. Then Arnold was handcuffed by Detective Bradshaw, who moved forward.

“Ryan?” Ryan received a scowl from Arnold. “I was duped by you! It was a trap, this!”

“Don’t act as though I betrayed you horribly, Dad! It’s you who had an extramarital affair and staged your own demise to escape with your mistress! How were you able to?”

Arnold hung his head and said he wanted to start over with Miss Pearson, his new love, because he was sick of his old existence.

“So you took out a huge amount in life insurance for your new life, bribed the coroner to falsify your death certificate and cause of death, and had all of us gather around an empty casket to mourn you!” Ryan growled.

“A man ought to act morally, not just in his own self-interest. Dad, I learned that from you. I hope you understand that your failure to uphold your own beliefs was the reason for your demise, even though I’m sad you couldn’t.”

Ryan was reassured by Detective Bradshaw that Miss Pearson will also be apprehended shortly. Arnold was then led away to the squad car by the police.

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