AN: This chapter is told from third person POV, but I will still provide a guide to the missayings and misunderstandings. Here are the malapropisms: hoardenating = hibernating, genieatrician = geriatrician, verdict = verge, creampied = cremated, devitalized = devastated.

I hope you all enjoy.

On the morning of Wednesday, January 27th, Burt and Virginia started it off by sitting down in the kitchen to drink their coffee and eat a special artsy breakfast of ham and egg-tapusses. Burt had been up since 4:00 am to make this delicious delicacy.

They couldn't leave until Billie, Maw Maw's nurse, arrived (Sabrina told them that they really needed to make a copy of the house key for Billie). They were already in their work clothes as they were eating.

"I'm going to check on Maw Maw and clean out her bed pans," declared Virginia as she got up from the table and then walked down the hall towards Maw Maw's room, which was dark and humid upon entrance since she liked the humidifier on. She could also smell Maw Maw's pee and poop (she definitely did both).

Virginia couldn't hear Maw Maw's usual snoring, which was worrying, but she still believed she was alive, so she called out to her. Recently, Maw Maw has slept a lot more than usual.

"She's like a hoardenating bear," said Burt.

"Maw Maw, good morning," Virginia greeted happily as she poked her head through the doorway. "I'm here to change your bed pans. Billie will be here very soon."

Maw Maw didn't answer.

"Maw Maw, are you alright?" Virginia questioned, loudly clapping her hands three times so she could get the lights on.

When Virginia walked in and got a closer look of Maw Maw snuggled in her hospital bed and the feeding tube through her nose, the old woman looked very pale.

Virginia hesitantly touched her arm and she was cold to the touch. She ran her fingers under Maw Maw's nose and felt no air coming from her nostrils. She even slapped her very hard, but there was still no response.

Then, Virginia realized something devastating.

"Burt!" She called out in a panic, backing away from the bed a little bit, hyperventilating heavily. "Come here, now!"

Virginia could hear Burt worriedly scurrying down the hall and the sound of his footsteps getting closer until the door swung open.

"Virginia, what is..."

When Burt saw Maw Maw lying there motionless in the bed and Virginia staring in shock, he could already tell what was happening.

"Is she..."

"Yep," Virginia continued to hold her hands against her chest as she started to sob.

In an instinct, Burt immediately pulled Virginia into a tight embrace and comforted her.

Right after Jimmy and Sabrina dropped off Willie at Shelley's, Joy at preschool, and then took Hope to school, they headed straight for work at Howdy's when Sabrina received a text from Burt.

BURT: Come over right now! It's an emergency! Maw Maw's dead! This is not a joke!

Sabrina was shocked, so she immediately told Jimmy to turn the car around and head over to his parents' house. She was going to send a text to Barney about the situation later.

When the two of them arrived and walked through the front door, they found Billie pacing around the living room while Burt and Virginia sat on the couch in tears.

"Thank goodness, you're here," Billie sighed and greeted Jimmy and Sabrina by hugging them tight, expressing her sorrow for the Chances. "They didn't want to call the funeral home until you two arrived."

"Maw Maw's had her will since 2012," explained Burt, whose eyes were squinted with tears as he stroked the bridge of Virginia's nose. She was still shaken up about this.

"Yeah," added Virginia as she cried dramatically and pulled the piece of paper (which was Maw Maw's will) off the coffee table. "She wrote, and I quote, 'This is my house and I will die in it. And when I die in this house, I will be escorted out as my family watches me be taken to the hearse. It's my way of telling all you suckers sayonara! Also, Virginia still gets the house. Sorry, Delilah. You still don't get the house. Virginia, you can finally do the renovations'."

"Why would she want to be thrown into the fireplace?" Jimmy, who was still shell-shocked by the news, asked as he wiped a tear from his eye. "Does she want to be creampied?"

"Cremated," Sabrina whispered to Jimmy as she tried not to laugh. "She is talking about a car. And you're thinking of hearth."

"I don't know, Jimmy!" Virginia snapped.

"Now is not the time for malapropisms!" Burt added.

"I'm sorry," sighed Jimmy, walking over to hug his parents.

Jimmy, Sabrina, Burt, and Virginia greeted each other through hugs of sorrow. It took a few minutes, but they finally had the courage to call the funeral home to come pick up Maw Maw's body.

They stood on the front lawn, watching somberly as Maw Maw's body was carried on a stretcher, covered by a blanket, and into the hearse, waving goodbye in tears as the car drove away.

Once Maw Maw was at the morgue, the Chances ate at Chubby's Burgers for lunch and then went straight home to their homes. Barney gave Jimmy and Sabrina the rest of the day off, so they spend the rest of the day sitting on the couch and watching TV (just like Burt and Virginia) until it was time to pick up the kids.

Besides informing Shelley of the terrible news and solemnly saying hello to their children as they picked them up from school, preschool, and daycare, Jimmy and Sabrina didn't say a single word to Hope, Joy, and Willie.

"Mom, Dad, are you mad at us? Are you getting divorced?" Hope, who was now almost 11-years-old, asked with concern from the backseat.

"No, sweetie. Of course not," reassured Jimmy as he drove his family home. "We're just sad about something right now. That's all."

"Mommy, Daddy, why are you sad?" Joy, who had just turned five, asked.

Willie, who was two going on three, didn't say anything related to Jimmy and Sabrina's emotions. Instead, he just continued to say random words of the things he saw as the car zoomed by.

"We'll talk about it when we get home," sighed Sabrina, who wasn't in any mood to cook dinner tonight. "We'll pick up Ploppy's for dinner first."

"Yay, Ploppy's!" Willie cheered and got a little jumpy in his carseat along with Joy copying him. "Hot dogs! Hot dogs!"

"Okay, a regular fish dog with ketchup for Willie," Jimmy cracked a nervous smile. "Girls, what do you want?"

"I want a cheese dog!" Joy exclaimed.

"I'll have the usual fish dog with onions and pickles," decided Hope unenthusiastically. She was already sure what her parents were going to tell her and her siblings.

It felt like an eternity before Jimmy and Sabrina finally made it home and then had themselves and their three children sat down at the table as they ate their hotdogs.

They wanted to hold off on sharing the news until after everyone was finished eating.

This was going to be a tough thing to explain to their kids. While they knew that Willie was still too young to understand what was going on or even to understand death (he was probably only going to have brief memories of Maw Maw), Hope and Joy didn't.

Hope and Joy knew that death was permanent and irreversible and they perfectly understood the process and what it meant, but they never experienced it happen to someone close to them. Well, Hope did when she was four when Jimmy and Sabrina lost their baby. When they came home from the appointment after their doctor told them they lost their baby and that Mommy was going to have to go to the hospital in three days and "have the baby" (Sabrina was induced and then she and Jimmy had the opportunity to hold their baby and say goodbye), they immediately told Hope, who was very upset; mostly at seeing her parents upset. She was also upset that she wasn't going to be able to play the big sister role that her parents had been preparing her for, but she recovered from the loss quicker than her parents did.

Hope was also the first person to finish eating. "May I be excused?" She begged.

"No," answered Sabrina. "Your dad and I have something important to tell you and your siblings when we're finished eating."

Hope groaned and moaned loudly and then slumped down in her seat and stared at the wall.

As soon as Jimmy and Sabrina finished their food, they were ready to make the announcement. Without hesitating, they finally informed their children about what happened this morning.

"Kids," Jimmy sighed and decided to cut to the chase. "We regret to inform you that last night, Maw Maw died in her sleep."

Hope didn't say anything. She just sat in her chair, completely shocked at the news. She wasn't crying, but she still felt liked she couldn't move as her stomach dropped.

"I'm sure she died very peacefully," Sabrina tried to put her kids' minds to rest.

"Dead," Willie, the only person at the table who was smiling, repeated, not knowing about the concept of death.

"That's right, buddy," Jimmy blubbered, reaching his hand out to ruffle Willie's blonde hair. "Maw Maw is dead. She's gone forever and she is never coming back."

"Maw Maw died?" Joy was shocked just as much as Hope.

"I know you all are feeling shocked and probably sad, and it's okay to feel however you are feeling. Grandma and Grampa are devitalized, but..." discussed Jimmy with his daughters.

"Devastated," corrected Sabrina.

"Devasted. But..."

Before Jimmy could finish his speech, Hope immediately got out of her chair, threw her trash into the trash can, and then marched over to her room and slammed the door.

Jimmy's first instinct was to get up and go talk to her, but Sabrina grabbed his arm and made him sit back down.

"Give her some space right now," she said. "She'll come around. We'll talk to her later in the morning."

It was 2:00 am when Virginia finally finished Maw Maw's obituary and emailed it to Sabrina (she and Jimmy were hesitant on telling Virginia the truth about her mother since the obituary said that she was dead, but she had plans to tell her later in case Louise reads Maw Maw's obituary in the paper and decides to come to the funeral), who finished revising and editing it at 6:00 am. They haven't even published it yet. Instead, they continued to read it over and over again.

Barbara June Thompson (neé Mayfair), 94, of Natesville, passed away peacefully in her sleep on Wednesday, January 27th from Alzheimer's disease. She lived a very interesting, long life.

Barbara June was predeceased by her parents, Arthur and Norma June, her husband Wilfred, her daughter Louise, and her great-great-granddaughter Grace Chance. She is survived by her "son-in-law" Arnold Turner; her son Robert and his wife Ellen; her granddaughters, Delilah Williams and her husband Vincent, and Virginia Chance and her husband Burt; her great-grandson James Chance and his wife Sabrina; and her great-great-grandchildren - Hope, Joy, and Wilfred Chance.

Services will be held at 11:00 am on Saturday, February 6th at Little White Chapel Church.

Barbara June was born on May 17th, 1926 in Hagerstown, Maryland. After graduating from Hagerstown High School in 1944, she became a cheerleader for the Baltimore Colts and then went on to continue to do her part for the war effort and even joined the USO and became Miss Natesville at age 19. She also had a job at Woolworth's and had a career in modeling.

In 1947, she met Wilfred Thompson and then married him in 1950, and then went on to have two children together. They also raised their granddaughter, Virginia, together.

After retiring in 1988, she lived the rest of her life in peace with her eccentric family. She loved knitting, Jenga, playing the piano, and also had a quirk of eating spaghetti in the bathtub.

She was a lovely woman and she will be missed.

AN: I hope you all enjoyed. The next chapter will be up soon. Please review :)