Today I would like to celebrate the life of Mortimer Goth. He was a devoted father, and best friend to everyone in the house. He was 91 years old, so he lived a full and happy life. I wished that he would be here to see my daughter and he was. For that I'm eternally grateful. First, let's really celebrate his life. Melinda kept making odd requests of me, mom and dad. Today I found out why. These things are right when you walk in her room.
Then she has more pics hung on her wall and on her dresser.
Everyone of us knew this was coming, so in the days before, we all hugged him.
Now that his life has been celebrated, now lets celebrate his death. Even though we all knew this was coming, we weren't ready. Uncle Morty was sculpting an ice toilet when it happened.
He begged Grim to please let him stay a little longer. He said he wanted to see his daughter get married. Grim just laughed his evil laugh and said "No. You are coming with me now."
Even with tears streaming down my cheeks, I still found humor in mourning a child who was 91 and had over 30 children.
Sorry this has been a sad update. I guess now we know the ghost is an elder but the mourning pic is still a child.
R.I.P. Mortimer Goth. 91 years old.
Esther's words:
When I said I wanted him to see Prue, I should have been prepared for him dying the same day she was born, but I wasn't.