So I was playing Brawl when I heard my mom come into the room and sit on the bed... I looked up and she was crying.

NEVER a good sign, by the way.

My uncle Jimmy is dead. They found him in the bathroom on a gambling cruise.

Jimmy can't die. His liver and lungs would've given out years ago if he was supposed to die.

Lemme explain-- Uncle Jimmy was a cool guy, moved around a lot, managed to get a lot of free stuff as gifts because he was so likeable. He did a lot of smartassing, but he was the funny kind of smartass (like I wanna be), not just an a-hole. The more he drank, the funnier he got, and he was cutting down on it so he would live a long, happy life, along with his cigarettes, which he was working on quitting.

And now he's dead...

Ugh, the worst part about this is listening to Mom cry. I probably won't, I ran out of tears in third grade, which means a lot of watching people that ARE crying and feeling horrible about... not crying; Tomme might, I don't know... but we've both gotta console Mom now.

Gahh... it's guaranteed we're going down to Florida for the funeral and to console everyone-- my grandparents are gonna be devastated...

So here's what we know so far...
~Jimmy died last night.
~He was laying down; front or back currently unknown
~Blood on face; foul play a possibility

If I get to go Phoenix Wright all over this, it would be awesome and also horrible...

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So there's the news report on it, click by the picture to see the video of the television broadcast.