Fern and I enjoy to write stories in which the line before is a mystery to us. They end up so random and funny that we start rolling on the floor in uncontrollable fits of laughter. For Example: I will write a line, cover it up, and pass it to Fern, and only tell her the last word. From that she will write a sentence to do with that word. She will then only tell me her last word and so on. We end up with the most outrageous stories we would love to share with others.

This is a book of deaths that i have written myself, of tributes and others. I hope you like it!

My whole life. All ruined by something my parents did years before I was born. We have to get out of here.