Thanks to GG for the idea. Don't own anything except the Pepperidge Farm pretzel Goldfish that's in my hand right now... ;D

Set during SVU. A drunken Munch at a bar.

My sweet Gwen…

As I sit here at this bar which holds my drunken fate tonight, I have one thing to ask of you.

It started that day when I had no newspaper, nothing to rant about whatsoever, and then I get a phone call. A phone call that would change my life forever.

You were dead. Died of heart attack. Quick, swift, and a painless death. You were one of the lucky ones. Like my father.

You left me in your will. Out of all things I gave you in my divorce settlement, I would only get the records back for my record player. That's great and all, but why do I have to go to Goodwill to get my Baltimore Police Department mug? Wasn't that mine to begin with? How did you end up with that? Unless it was one of those nights when I needed to relieve some stress and showed up at your doorstep in Hell's Kitchen…

And then I get a letter from you later after everything in the will is dealt with. Saying you were sorry that this had to happen, the divorce and all. I can't blame you.

But the question I want to ask is just as random as any random question can be.

Why did you state in your will that I had to take care of your pet goldfish until it dies?