Son Arrives Smiling in a Bright Suit at His Dad’s Funeral – Priest Halts the Ceremony in Shock

Son Arrives at Dad’s Funeral in Bright Suit Smiling, Priest Stops the Ceremony – Story of the Day
The funeral is interrupted by a startled priest when the deceased’s son arrives wearing a brilliant green suit. The mourners are astounded by his striking appearance, but they are even more shocked to learn that his father is still alive inside the coffin.

Clad in somber black attire, the attendees honored the late business magnate, Mr. Sullivan. With a loud crash, the church doors suddenly flew open. When 22-year-old Alex arrived beaming and wearing a bright green suit, everyone was taken aback.

“Greeks and ladies…”We are surprised by what we find as we come together to honor Mr. Sullivan,” the priest said. “Alex, this is not how you show up at a funeral for a loved one. Kindly depart and come back dressed appropriately.”

As he moved up the aisle, Alex laughed. “Sorry, Father Johnson for wearing a bright green suit to Dad’s funeral, but I’m not here to mourn.”

A feeling of unease and perplexity enveloped everyone’s countenances.

“You see, my beloved Dad here in the coffin…is a fraud and a big-time liar!” Pointing to the open casket, Alex declared. “But what will shock you even more is that he is still…ALIVE!”

“You’re correct, my dear friends,” Alex went on. “Let me tell you what I discovered since my dear Daddy’s so-called death.”

The aroma of a good lunch filled the dining room, along with laughing. To commemorate business mogul Mr. Sullivan’s fiftieth birthday, friends and family gathered.

“Please join me in a toast.” Mr. Sullivan got up and raised his champagne glass.

“I would like to thank my dear family from the bottom of my heart. I’m grateful to Jesus for giving me a fantastic son named Alex, to whom I hope the best for everything.Friends, life is too short to worry all that much. So let’s make the most of this moment right now.

All of us found Mr. Sullivan’s remarks to be peculiar. Alex couldn’t understand why his father would act as if he was going to break up with everyone at once.

Finally, I’m worn out from living a fast-paced existence. I get more anxious the more I consider it. Thus, I would like to withdraw to my office,” Mr. Sullivan said as he downed a large drink and vanished into his upstairs office.

Everyone felt uneasy. The happy birthday vibe turned worrying, and no one knew why Mr. Sullivan was acting in such an odd way.

Carter, the brother of Mr. Sullivan, got up from his table and said, “Let’s not disturb him.” “A dilemma in middle age! I’ve personally been there. Give him some personal time.”

About twenty minutes later, everyone made the decision to leave him alone when they heard the loud crash of a chair falling in Mr. Sullivan’s study.

“Oh my God…Dad?” Alex ran to his father’s study.

Mr. Sullivan was sprawled out on the floor, quivering as if he were having seizures, when Alex suddenly came into the room. Beside his father was a vial with a liquid splattered all over it. His ears rang with Dad’s speech from a while back. Back then, nothing made sense. But when he saw the vial, his worst suspicions were realized.

“Dad…no, what have you done?” Alex knelt next his father and started crying. His pulse was palpable, and he yelled, “Call an ambulance!”

“No, we’re short on time. I’ll personally drive him to the hospital.” The local clinic’s doctor, Alex’s uncle Carter, picked up his brother and drove him to the hospital.

Alex saw his uncle Carter outside the emergency room, with an expression of misery written all over his face, and his hopes that his father would be okay were dashed.

“Uncle Carter…Is Dad doing okay?” Alex stumbled a little.

Carter touched Alex on the shoulder. With a heavy sigh, he delivered the dreadful news.

“Alex, I apologize. My brother, your father, died from poisoning with potassium cyanide. I believe it is my duty as his brother to manage the funeral plans.”

Alex nodded, his head spinning from the shock of learning his father, who had only 30 minutes before been conscious and well, had passed away.

“My dad is a really powerful man.He would never subject himself to this. It has to be someone who killed him.” Alex ran back to his house to go over his father’s study.

When he got there, the house was hauntingly deserted. At the hospital and funeral home, the housekeepers and all of the guests were getting ready for the final ceremonies of the late Mr. Sullivan. Alex and Pebbles, their family dog, were alone at that point.

Pebbles came into the office, but Alex was too busy going through everything in his dad’s study to notice her. A sucking noise caught Alex’s attention while he was going over the files. His pulse raced at witnessing his dog suckling on the poison drops that had been strewn all over the vial.

“Pebbles…Oh my God…stop!” It was already too late when Alex ran to his dog. Pebbles had completely consumed the poison.

After picking up his dog, Alex rushed to the vet.

“Doctor…nurse…” Clutching a limp Pebbles in his arms, Alex dashed into the hospital. “Unintentionally, my dog ingested potassium cyanide. Please come to his aid.”

As he examined the dog, the doctor asked, “Are you sure your dog lapped up potassium cyanide?” Because of the extreme toxicity of potassium cyanide. Your dog is breathing and appears to be in normal condition, but even a few grams can be fatal.”

Alex looked shocked. He turned to face Pebbles on the stretcher. He appeared to be OK, but in reality, he was unconscious.

“I don’t get it…How is this even feasible?” Alex became restless. The doctor was forced to test the dog’s blood by him.

Alex was somewhat shocked by the results when they came in two hours later. His dog’s blood did not contain any potassium cyanide residue.

The veterinarian declared, “We only found traces of sleeping pills.” Your dog is unconscious for that reason. In a few hours, he should be all right. You’re free to bring him home.”

“Sleeping pills?” Alex mumbled something.

After leaving the clinic with his dog, he received a call from the local police station as he was traveling home.

“This is Officer Dan from the police department, Mr. Sullivan. Because of tax evasion, we think your father’s death was a planned suicide.”

“What?” Alex pulled off to the side of the road, worried.

“Recently, your father was connected to a tax evasion case. At a tax-free price of almost $10 million in cash, he sold the business. We’re looking for the lost cash. Mr. Sullivan, I would appreciate any information you could give me regarding your father’s financial affairs.”

“I…I don’t know anything about this, Officer,” Alex replied.

After hanging up, Alex realized he was lost in a maze. One shock gave way to another before it could settle. He was clueless as to what was going on.

As he gazed over his dog, an odd thought occurred to him: “If the cause of his death isn’t potassium cyanide poisoning, then why is he listed as deceased? Is there anything that I’ve overlooked? Alex pondered.

Alex quickly drove to the hospital, leaving his dog at home, and went to the morgue where Mr. Sullivan’s body was stored.

Sneaking into the morgue, Alex started looking for his father’s body. Alex strode among the racks, searching for the tag bearing his father’s information, but the coldness of the morgue frightened him.

He searched for a long time before finding the body. However, as Alex uncovered the white sheet, he discovered an unidentified man’s corpse with a tag that included his father’s information:

Jesus Christ, what’s going on? With Dad’s toe tag on, who is this man?”

With shock, Alex froze. He could not shake the suspicion that his uncle was involved in this.

“When Dad said he wanted to be alone in his study and we were all worried, Uncle Carter was calm,” Alex thought. “He instructed us to keep Dad alone.and refused to call for an ambulance, insisting instead on taking Dad to the hospital by car.”

Alex went back home to try to find out. He looked through Dad’s study door to find the $10 million. He knew that somewhere in the house would be the money if his suspicions were right.

Alex scoured Dad’s car for anything that would help him find the missing money after hours of searching came to another dead stop.

“Something needs to be there.”Where did he store the cash?” Alex was looking at the car’s navigator, annoyed till then.

In search of answers, Alex looked up an unfamiliar address on the outskirts of town that Dad had often visited on the navigator.

“This place appears to be abandoned. Why would Dad come to this place?” Alex pondered. Alex headed to the address right away to check, with very little prospect of discovering a clue.

Thirty minutes later, he found himself outside a spooky, deserted home surrounded by a disturbing cluster of run-down houses.

Disgusting trash and waste were strewn all over the premises. It appeared as though the residents were using the area as a landfill. A wealthy businessman like Mr. Sullivan had no business visiting this location.

“Why would Dad come here?” With ease, Alex unlocked a corroded lock and slipped inside the home.

Up until Alex discovered a hatch beneath a heap of rubbish on the floor, nothing about the inside appeared suspicious. Alex was confused by the new lock on the hatch. Using a stone, he unlocked the lock and let the hatch open. It verified everything he had feared.

“Oh my God…Is this the $10 million that the police were trying to locate?

When Alex discovered two bags full of cash hidden in a little cellar, he had to hold his mouth open in dismay.

Searching for something else, Alex dug through the luggage. He discovered $3 million in one suitcase and the remaining $7 million together with two passports in the other. To Alex’s surprise, one of the passports with his father’s picture on it had Alan Parker instead of his name. Alex realized at this moment that it was a phony.

“Linda Parker? “Who is this woman?” When Alex noticed the picture of an unidentified woman on the other passport, she became anxious. “Why is Dad pretending to be someone else? What relationship does he have with Linda?”

Alex’s father’s passport contained two plane tickets to Miami, which allowed him to fit the puzzle together. The aircraft was due to take off five hours following the funeral.

“…And that’s how I unraveled the mystery!” Alex laughed as he concluded his story telling. “If you still don’t believe me, then check this out!”

Using a hand mirror, Alex walked over to his father’s coffin and put it up to his lips. He showed the guests and the priest the fogged mirror a few seconds later.

“Observe? My father is inhaling.” Declared Alex. Thus, what are we holding out for? “Let’s rouse the dozing beauty!”

Alex injected Dad with adrenaline using a syringe. Mr. Sullivan stood up in his coffin and began to breathe hard a few minutes later.

“Good morning, Dad!” Mr. Sullivan’s expression was filled with dread and bewilderment as he looked about, and Alex chuckled.

Mr. Sullivan and his brother Carter were handcuffed and seated in the questioning room an hour later. They made the decision to come clean after realizing there was no use in hiding.

“To divert the attention of the forensics department, I intended to replace the vial in my brother’s study with actual potassium cyanide…Additionally, I had to mend the hearse on the way to the cemetery and inform everyone that I had phoned the funeral home.and that a second hearse was en route,” Carter admitted.

“The second hearse is already scheduled…With my mistress Linda hiding inside, it was a fake. As per our arrangement, she was meant to have an adrenaline shot. Mr. Sullivan revealed, staring at his handcuffs, “And in the crematorium, we planned on burning the body of an unidentified male from the morgue.”

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