Every town has one, the spooky house that all the kids avoid. Ours was Thornhill, the Blossom family's mansion, with it's very own graveyard. And trapped within its walls, like some Gothic heroine, was Cheryl Blossom, who's still grieving for her beloved brother Jason. Linked in death even as they were in life.
Mrs. Blossom: I told you, Cheryl. No more sleeping in Jason's bed. Cheryl: I didn't. I was working on the eulogy for JJ. Mrs. Blossom: Don't bother. You won't be speaking at his memorial. God knows what you'd say. Something to humiliate us? [Crumples up eulogy]