Death for the Win!

It started out as such a good day at stately Fredeschay manor. Gabriella returned from work after achieving her final promotion and was awash with joy. Harry was doing extremely well in school and it was Hermione's birthday. No one felt like throwing a party, so just the immediate family and Vincent's buddy Randy Ng from work cheered on the tot as she blasted into a well-skilled child.



The party also served to push Vincent and Randy's friendship over the edge and they became best friends. In fact, Randy was Vincent's tenth best friend! It was as if this day couldn't get any better, Vincent thought joyously. He was so flush with success that he thought he'd just fix that trash compactor that everyone had been neglecting. Maybe it was too much cake, or perhaps his happiness distracted him but despite having a bit of experience with mechanics, Vincent fried like Colonel Sanders. Everyone was distressed, particularly Randy, who just stood there horrified, ankle deep in refuse.




Vincent hadn't used up all his lives yet. He survived charred, but without even wetting his pants. He excused himself from his guests and went upstairs to take a quick nap so he could make it through a shower before collapsing. Before he could make it however, Knut decided what was good for Eloise was good for him and made with the Ooga Booga!



Death, a bit rancorous from his previous failed attempts to collect a fresh Fredeschay soul, was beside himself with glee to find Vincent curled up in a stinking fetal heap. Gabriella had already hit the sack and Captain CJ was too busy whining that Vincent's fetid corpse was in his way, so Death faced no resistance adding to his Vincent collection.