The shelves of these dead folk are done.
We have the aforementioned shelves of Master Mariner Abraham Oscar Frostrithick – he who drank a drink and started to sink. Drowned at sea.
We also have (as previously mentioned) the shelves of Frederick Smarmsworth as he left them when he expired. He, the businessman with a ‘chip on his shoulder’ and an enjoyment of murder – murdered.
Joining them is Alice Grey, a teenager who struggled through her young childhood, the pressures within her head building. Seeking solace in her other worlds of dark fantasy fiction and alternative music, she seemed ok as she moved through her teenaged years – so everyone thought. Her dark secret was that one day it would all become too much. Today is that day. These are the shelves she left behind.
Lastly, is Herbert Smith. Herbert has lived a full life – seen a war out, completed national service, worked as an engineer, and retired with his wife to live in a nice bungalow by the sea. Sadly, his wife passed-away and he has lived alone, mainly without visitors for years, until this day, when he drifts away to whatever comes next … if anything does. These are the shelves he left behind.
