[edgtf_dropcaps type=”normal” color=”” background_color=””]I[/edgtf_dropcaps] have read many obituaries.

There is always a disconnect between how the deceased viewed themselves and how their family perceived them. The family is of course the one to immortalize their loved one in your paper.

Yet having spoken to the deceased and ferried them to their final destination, it is rare the truth is spoken. They are rarely satisfied with the memory they leave behind.

I offer you something equally as rare, Colt Ramsey.

I offer you a fair and honest obituary.

Colt Ramsey was a morally ambiguous man. He believed that he served the people of Arcadia and told them the truth. The people want to know, and you’ve got to give the people what they want, he’d say.

Yet it wasn’t ever about the people.

It was about Colt Ramsey.

Every photograph he took or story he wrote, served one singular purpose. It was not to inform the people of Arcadia; it was to bolster his own arrogance and ego. It was to serve his own purpose, define his own truth and craft his own reality.

When the truth landed in his lap, he would only share it if it benefited him. If it did not, he’d bury that truth so deep that no-one would ever find it.

He worked at The People’s Voice – an underground newspaper that wished to expose Zeus and the Pantheon. Only when he had the opportunity to do exactly that, he sided with the Baron and buried the lead.

You see, Colt Ramsey was a man of many talents and deceit came as easy as the truth.

He died with no friends and no companions, with a list of scoops to his name. His editorials will live as memory of the reporter behind them, but their validity and investigative integrity will always be in question.

Did you find your obituary to be fair, Colt Ramsey?

Was it indeed a fair representation of the man you are?

If the answer is no, then perhaps you ought to consider your perception. You write to satisfy your own selfish needs, whims, and desires. You don’t deliver the truth, but a gospel true only to your wants.

The people deserve better.

And you’ll not be remembered for the words upon page. You’ll only be remembered for the lies that got you paid.

Every single person except Drewitt will meet their end, Colt.

It is inevitable, undeniable, and determined.

When that happens, someone will put words on a page that describes who you were and what you did.

Maybe, just maybe, they’ll sound a lot like mine.

Doesn’t that make you fear the end?

And you should never fear the end, Colt Ramsey

Because the end is where we meet. 

Whether you’re good, bad, or ugly – that’s up to you. Whatever you decide, whether you deserve words like mine, or not.

I will send you on your way.