“Yes, you do that then. Bye, bye!” 

Spencer hung the phone up, the smirk never leaving his face. Ah, things never did change, now did they? He could never understand what sort of man his brother saw in Mr. Ravenwood, the old fart. Whatever it may be was now dead, ready to be buried six feet under in the next day.

In the other room, Phillip sighed at all the preparations needed to be made for the funeral. It felt like, even in death, his father had managed to cause a burden in the household. Blinking, he forced a smile when he finally noticed Mellie with Ariel.

“Good evening there.”