Warning: Deathfic
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Prologue
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"And finally, Burton Guster-"
Gus straightened up in his chair, as his hand was squeezed by his wife. He turned to her, drawing all the strength he could from her sympathetic brown eyes. There was sadness there, but behind it a loving support that she would help him through this. Her free hand rested on her pregnant stomach, a new life about to be born into the midst of this chaos.
Gus turned to the head of the table and nodded, he was ready.
The lawyer nodded and returned to reading off the paper. "Burton Guster, Gus. One time when we were seven I told you that if I died you could have my Micro Machines Military base and all the corresponding vehicles. Well guess what? They're yours man.
"I also told you when we were thirteen that you could have my entire collection of CDs, 'over my dead body.' I'm not asking you to literally move them over my corpse, but it would be a way to seal the deal properly.
"When we were twenty one I told you on the phone while skydiving, that if I died you could take my bike and create a statue to, and I use your words here: 'The Idiot Shawn Spencer.' So I guess you're welcome to do that too.
"But there's one more thing I want to leave you, and I'm not sure I ever told you flat out. But Jules and I decided that if something were to happen, - and no matter how many times you tell me what assume does I'm going to use it - I have to assume that it has if you're reading this. Jules and I want you to have custody of our kids."
The judge stopped reading, and pulled another paper in front of him. "Anna Rain Spencer, age seven, Dominic Spruce Spencer and Evan Aspen Spencer, both age four." Gus couldn't stand hearing the kids listed off like items on an inventory list, but with each child's name he realized that his best friend would live on. And it was his job now to raise them.
