TW: allusion to suicide.
Hey big bro,
It's me, know, your brother with the L on his hat?
You're probably back by now if you're reading this. Since I've been away too, the house might be a mess. I know you're pretty good at cleaning too, but you always miss the corners, and you forget things like the door knobs and stuff. That's okay, but I'll need you to do it for me alright?
The fridge might not be in very good shape either, I don't know. I haven't looked recently. You might want to check it to make sure nothing's spoiled, because I wasn't sure when you were coming back. Same for the food in the cupboards.
If you could remember the garden too, that would be nice. It was still alive when I wrote this, but if it's dead that's fine, you can replant it. Remember the flowers too, not just things like herbs and mushrooms. You didn't really bother with the flowers, maybe because I took care of them, but they need to be watered about once a week, and if bugs start eating them just dust them with dried fire flower.
I know you like to keep busy with adventures, so if you need someone to watch the house Toadesther in Toad Town says she can do it. If not her, there's a Koopa named Phillip who lives there too.
Should you run into money problems, even though I'm pretty sure you won't, I left what I earned in the mansion to Professor Elvin Gadd's research but he told me he'd set aside some for me if I ever decided I wanted it. It's a good idea to talk to him anyways, he knows a lot.
Please give Daisy her letter for me, I missed the mailtoad, but that's probably better. I wasn't sure what to write to Peach, or anyone else, but I'm planning to see the Professor after I finish this. I'm not telling him anything, but he'll probably hear about it before you have to tell him. I'm sorry if it doesn't work that way.
I tried to tidy up my stuff so it'd be easy to deal with. I don't care what you do with it I guess.
I'm not really sure what else to write.
It isn't your fault. I want to make sure you know because you're going to blame yourself because you think everything and everyone is your responsibility. But big bro, this doesn't have anything to do with you. I'm just really sick, and there's nothing anyone can do to fix it, either here or in Brooklyn. I've checked. And it was okay for a while because I had you, and there was so much to see and distract myself with that for a while I almost thought I was better. But I'm not. And no amount of adventures or mushrooms are going to make me better. And it just keeps getting worse.
I didn't want you to worry. I didn't want to hurt you. But surely you can understand? I don't want to keep suffering.
Please don't be mad bro.
And maybe I'm a hypocrite, but even if it hurts, could you maybe remember me?
Love, your little brother Luigi- the one in the green plumber outfit.
P.s. Remember that first place we found out we could jump higher here, and we thought we were going to die? Could you tell the grave toads to come and get me?