Smut on the pole

Funeral

A/N: I freaking cried writing this. But I want to say a huge thank you as this book has hit 1K reads and I can't even begin to explain how happy that makes me. Thank you guys all so much, as always if you like this story hit that vote button and if you would like MORE stories like this, follow my account or leave a comment. Cya guys, Enjoy.
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Narrators POV
Crowds gathered in groups, everyone drowned out by others in a deafening of talking, laughter and tears before anything had begun. Everyone entered the place of service- being the strip club. Everyone who entered made a gesture of sorrow and familiar greetings. All men shook hands with each other, woman hugged as if it was the only thing holding them together. All ages and genders, anyone who knew Ethan. A lot of his fans came with tears or red puffy eyes. Everyone stood or sat in rows of seats. Tyler, Amy and Wiishu stood before the coffin of Ethan's body; Jack in a wheel chair being pushed by Mark.
Tyler was grieving already, his arms leant against the side of the coffin with his head buried in them. Crying his heart out as they all stood before Ethan's coffin, staring down at his forever sleeping body. They all placed a hand on Tyler, reminding him they were there for him.
Mark looks down at Jack, Jack still weak but strong enough to be discharged from hospital to attend Ethan's funeral. Marks eyes are tearful as he sees a tear roll down Jacks face, Mark then playing a hand through Jacks hair, ruffing it up as he kneels beside him and places a kiss on his cheek. Marks lip quivering as his tears fall, a faint smile crossing his face as Jack turns his head to gaze at Mark. A smile forming on his face.
"Are you alright sweety?" Mark asks with a shaky voice accompanied by a shaking hand as he raises it to Jacks cheek, Jack leaning into Marks hand and nodding as tears continue to drip and fall from his chin. Jack lips shaking as he leans forward in his wheelchair for Mark, hugging him tightly.

"It was all my fault. I should of pressed the button as soon as I was suspicious of that man" Jacks voice weakly whispers into Marks ear.

"No, No sweety. It wasn't your fault, it is none of our faults. Things happen beyond our control Jackiboy." Mark responds in attempt to sooth him. Jack simply nods and sucks in a shaking breath trying to calm down.
Jack pulls away from Mark and wipes his tears away so he can clearly see the memorial built for Ethan. A smaller stage had been built in front of the main stage, a pole with a figure of Ethan posed on it with one leg hooked around the pole, the other straight on the ground, his right hand on his hip, the other grabbing the pole. The bronze memorial model of him also wore a smile as he always had, his hair made of blue glass. A plaque was embedded on his memorials chest saying
'In memorial of Ethan Nestor, a hero to all. Someone who'd take a bullet for anyone. Who'd done exactly that, risked his life for the club. Forever known as a true hero and family member to this strip club. We shall never forget him.'
A hill made up of bouquets of flowers, all sorts or flowers lay on the stage its positioned on.

"Goodmorning everyone, please take a seat if not already seated." The funeral director begun. Everyone took a seat or stood at the back. Wiishu, Tyler, Amy all walking to take a seat in the front row, Mark wheeling Jack to position him beside him.
"Thank you for coming." A hush and shush echoed within the crowd till everyone went silent. "At the end of the service, we welcome you all to join family and friends for food and conversations." The only sound being snivels and sobs, the odd cough and blowing of noses.
"Today, we remember a heroic soul, boyfriend, a close friend, family member and an entertainer we knew as either Ethan, Crankgameplays or BlueHotMess. Ethan Nestor was a hero, he sacrificed himself to save the club and save Tyler- his boyfriend." At the mention of it, Tyler bursted out in another round of sobs and grief. Amy and Wiishu hugged him, trying to comfort him. Everyone seemed to crack too, tears, sobs and wails fill the crowd.
"We will now hear a few words from his employer, Mark"
Mark stands up, straightening out the crinkles and wrinkles in his suit. Getting his speech from his pocket and setting it up on the speaking podium.

"Hello everybody, I'm Mark, Ethan's employer and owner of the club. Ethan was a unique young man-" he pauses to look at Ethan's coffin. "He always wore a smile, was eager to work everyday, friendly to all and was and always will be known as a family member of this club." His voice began to shake and his tears came out. He went to speak but his voice cracked into tears. "Im sorry." He apologizes. Jack wheels himself to Mark, weakly pushing himself up to hug Mark around the shoulders, rubbing circles on Marks back; Amy and Wiishu trying to comfort Tyler. Mark takes breathes in and out, running his finger through his hair as he gets himself together enough to continue. "He entertained like no one ever had, he laughed at all jokes no matter how bad they were, he was friendly to everyone no matter how much he disliked them." His words are hard to understand with the tears and sobs laced within them. "But the one thing I will never forget about you Ethan... Is how much you would risk to save this club and lives like you had. Thank you for what you did, I can never repay you or thank you enough for what you'd done... The stripclub family all thank you, we will never and I mean never forget you buddy." Mark finishes, hugging Jack back then assisting Jack to sit back into his wheelchair. Then walking to Ethan's coffin, kissing two of his fingers and placing them on Ethan's head. "Thank you Ethan, for everything you've done for us." Mark says as tears stream down his face. Sucking in heavy breaths between sobs as he pushes Jack back with him to sit down.

"Thank you Mark, next we have speeches from his family and to follow, if anyone else has something to say, we welcome you to come forward."

A/N: I won't drag it on, I think you guys understand how sad funerals are and how they go anyways. So yeah, see you all in the next chapter.