User:Deathlyoldman

Good Morning I am on my death bed. It is sad but don't feel sorry for me. My time has come.Now as I sit here dying I think about my lifes actions. My mother is currently holding up a picture of Julia Caesar. "Does this man look familiar?" she askes quietly. "He looks a bit like your old teacher, savic." I respond firmly, "How old do you think I am?" my Mother looks a bit hurt, but continues to stroke the painting lovingly. "Do you ever wonder." she says quietly. "Why I am alive, and you are dying, here, now?" "Mother, you are merley a figment of my imagination!" I cry loudly. "True." she mutters, and with a poof of smoke she is gone. I begin to cry softly, tears rolling down my pale, wrinkled cheek. I would be with her soon. So, here this as a message to all, "DYING IS A BLESSING!!!" and here as i die myself, think about the tresures that life has to offer. My hand is slowly dropping, and i am forcing myself to type these last words, "Goodbye, to all, and to Elizebeth Marrow "Lissie" you shall take my account. The password is tucked into my long underpants in the top drawer of my dresser. Farewell, I will miss you...

Ah! A stroke, my time is here!

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Darrel Marrow has just passed away. I found him digging furiously into the dresser drawer minutes from when he wrote this. He was a good man, a little ugly, but a good man. He robbed, and stole, and did many heartless things, but deep down, he was nice. - Elizabeth Marrow