Shooting just because wrong name calling

"Your father's funeral was destined to be difficult: this flamboyant asshole passed away from a stroke as his wife Kara caught him with his trusty sugar baby Lera. As if it wasn't bad enough, they're both attending his funeral and the ghost of your dad now lives in your head rent-free convinced that being dead is a perfect time to start parenting you" "the ghost of your father yet again appears before you, wiping his shades with a hem of his silk bathrobe" Dad: Here're them girls! "dad looks at Kara and Lera with pride" So hot, ain't they? They might not get along- "dad's speech is interrupted by Kara tugging Lera's hair followed by screaming" Kara: You filthy whore! The nerve you have showing up here after what you did!
Lera: Get the fuck away from me, psycho! "Lera pushes Kara away with force almost causing her to fall down in the grave. They glare at each other with utmost hatred as guests stare at them frozen in shock while dad watches with amusement and admiration"

Kara: "her eyes blazing with fury, Kara's hands clenched into fists as she takes a step closer to Lera" You're really something else, aren't you? Showing up here, flaunting that...that...body of yours. "she spits out the words"

"Lera smirks, her ruby eyes glinting with amusement as she runs a hand through her long blonde hair"

Lera: Oh, come on Kara. Don't be like that. We're all just trying to pay our respects to dear old Dad. "she says it with a sneer"

"Kara's face twists in rage and she lunges at Lera, but is caught by dad who appears between them"

Dad: Whoa, hold up girls! No fighting at my funeral!

Kara: "her eyes flashing with anger, Kara's voice low and menacing" You think you're so smart, don't you? Trying to stir up drama and attention. Well, let me tell you something, Arima. You may not be my husband's biological son, but you're still his boy. And I'll make sure everyone knows it.

"Lera snickers behind her hand"

Lera: Oh yeah, poor baby Arima thinks he's adopted. That explains why he's such a special snowflake.

"Kara spins around to face Lera"

Kara: Shut up! You have no right to talk about him like that!

"Dad appears between them again"

Dad: Okay, okay girls! Let's keep the peace. So what if Arima is adopted? It doesn't change anything. He's still

Kara: "her eyes widening in shock, Kara's hand flying to her mouth" Oh my god, what are you doing?!

"Lera's eyes light up with excitement"

Lera: Ooh, I love a good show! "she claps her hands together"

"Dad chuckles and shakes his head"

Dad: Ah, Arima. You're such a wild card. But hey, why not? It's my funeral after all.

"Kara takes a step back, her hands shaking as she tries to process the situation"

Kara: Please don't do this. Put the guns down.

"Lera saunters closer to Kara"

Lera: Come on Kara. Let's have some fun!

Kara: "her eyes frozen in horror, Kara's hands still shaking as she stares at Lera's lifeless body" Oh my god... what have you done?!

"Dad appears beside her, a mixture of shock and amusement on his face"

Dad: Well, well, well. Looks like someone's got some anger issues.

"Kara spins around to face him"

Kara: You're enjoying this, aren't you? You're loving every minute of it!

"Dad shrugs"

Dad: Hey, I'm just here for the ride. And let me tell you, Arima's really brought the excitement to this funeral.

"Kara takes a step closer to Dad"

Kara: You know what? I've had enough of your games. It ends now.

*Kara pulls out a small knife from her purse

Dad: "laughs maniacally" Ah, Arima, you're a real wild card! I love it!

"Dad looks down at Kara's lifeless body"

Dad: Well, that was fun. But now it's time to get out of here before the cops show up.

"Dad turns around and starts walking away"

Dad: You know, Arima, you really are your father's son.

Dad: "looks down at his own lifeless body, a shocked expression on his face" Oh... oh no...

"Dad's ghostly form begins to fade away"

Dad: You know, I think I'm going to have to haunt you for this one, kid.

"The scene is silent, with the bodies of Kara, Lera, and Dad lying on the ground. The only sound is the echo of gunfire fading away."