Sky and Aminali started spending a lot of time together. There was even a spread about them in the gossip magazines.
“Eureka!” he shouted to no one in particular. “That’s what I’m obligated to say at this moment, isn’t it?”
Dylan had a different celebration.
He kept his birthday quiet.
But Andria knew, and she made sure he felt appreciated.
Dylan realized as he wandered into middle age that he felt truly content. He was an accomplished photographer with an amazing wife and two beautiful children. What more could he want?
One morning, Sky woke up feeling particularly cheerful and carefree. Today was different, and she knew it.
She played music for him. Edmund didn’t laugh. He was always such a solemn child. But he did sway to the music.
Then the moment came. Sky had known it was coming since she woke up. There was no reason to complain. She was completely content.
When the Netherworld called, she was ready to go.
Edmund started to howl at his dirty diaper. Abby came out to get him.
Then she realized what had happened.
She called to Dylan and Sawyer, but it was Andria who was outside first.
When they brought Edmund inside, the phone started ringing.
Hunter had passed. And Leah. All within hours of each other.
Dylan was devastated. He’d lost both his parents in one morning.
Andria was the consummate hostess.
She made sure everyone was fed and kept the conversation moving.
Which was useful, since not everyone in the family even wanted to participate.
Abby picked out a selection of Sky solo and Ghostwriter greatest hits.
It was just the way Sky would want her tribute — loved ones, music, and dancing.
When the guests had left, Dylan and Andria realized they had forgotten something else important about the day.
Edmund had always been a somber toddler, but losing his beloved grandmother on his birthday seemed to turn him even more inward.
Dylan and Andria worried about him.
AAAAUGH. OK, please let all the deaths be done for a while. This is what happens when you have a sim with so many important relationships. Sky maintained the most close relationships outside the family as any sim I’ve ever played. So, of course, they all had to DIE.
Then immediately passed on.
Then this was waiting in the mailbox after the funeral, after both of them had passed:
I did forget Edmund’s birthday. Very unlike me. As a fitting testament to growing up after a funeral, he rolled the trait Brooding to go with Artistic and Proper.