Last weekend, one of my Sims died of natural causes. Brandi Broke was 82, and I knew that her impending death was a likelihood.
I had taken the precaution of having her fall in love with someone (Starla the Impossibly Good Witch) and asking them to move in. That way, someone would remain in Brandi’s house to take care of her cats (Bonkers and Allegra). Nevertheless, is anyone ever fully prepared for death?
Brandi wasn’t. As you can see, she’s still in her nightgown.
The saddest part? Immediately after her conversion into an urn on the floor, her cats mourned her death.
Several minutes later, Bonkers continued to think about it. (Allegra was unperturbed, and went off for a nice nap.)
Brandi is survived by Starla, her cats Bonkers and Allegra, and her sons Beau and Dustin. (Her third son, Niblet, disappeared on his birthday. I never did figure out what happened there.)
Goodbye, Brandi. You’re off to the land of endless lobster thermidor, where the toilets never clog, and plates of food never emit a bright green stink fog. You’ll never be chased around your property by bees again.