What newer generations of the Catchick family do not – possibly cannot – remember is the tragedy which began their saga. Allie, Feather and Beazus losing their parents. Allie’s cancer. The death and ghostly return of her husband.
Tragedy surrounds them, never really leaves them.
It’s possible that – had Elyssa known – she might have taken this as a warning sign. Her teen group had discovered a new place to hang out… a bowling alley. The barista was an old grandma type woman… and was tragically struck down by Grim on the club’s opening night.
But Elyssa did not know. All she thought was that it was a horrible, tragically…
“– freak thing, Dad! I mean, everyone was buggin’! But NOT as bad as your face! What’s wrong?”
“I picked up a virus from work. I’m going to fine in a couple days, the doctor says.,” Mehedi told her.
Elyssa shook her head and went on with her story about how the old lady just collapsed. She described Grim gliding through the club like a dark vapor at first, cold and mysterious, before appearing with his scythe to reap the woman’s soul.
They both shuddered.
“He looked at me,” she admitted after a fashion. “I saw him one when Gramma died… and now… Dad… he looked right at me. Right through me.”
She couldn’t shake the feeling, no matter how she tried, that Grim had seen into her soul. The feeling continued to grow as the days passed. Nothing could shake it.
It just felt like… something very bad was going to happen.
And then something did. A box arrived from Cierra’s publisher. She had been writing a comedy before her death and it was finished.
Delilah opened it, intending to read a bit of it to lighten the dark mood which had descended upon the family since her mother’s death. Surely her mother’s own words would sooth them all?
The book was funny. Too funny. Delilah began to laugh, and laugh, and laugh…
… and then doubled over, clutching her sides… 
… and collapsed in the middle of their new living room.
The room grew cold as Grim began his slow approach. Mehedi was in panic. Evalina and Evan both in tears.
Elyssa? She was frozen as she watched Grim approach. He looked at her, seemed to nod his hooded head in her direction, and went about his work.
She felt the sorrow bubbling up inside her, appearing in her mind as the faces and name… Gramma Meaghan… Gramma Cierra… the old lady at the bowling alley… now her Mom…
And then her sorrow gave way to anger. THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!
HER MOM WAS YOUNG!
TOO YOUNG!
SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO DANCE AT THEIR WEDDINGS!
ALL OF THEIR WEDDINGS!
WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING?!?
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
All of that rage boiled up out of nowhere and Elyssa screamed the words loudly at Grim. Yelling for him to “STOP! STOP! STOP! YOU MONSTER I SAID STOP!”
But it wasn’t Grim who stopped. It was Elyssa. The last word died on her lips and so did she, collapsing to the ground in an anger/rage induced heart attack.
No one saw it coming, except for maybe Grim, who clucked his tongue at the dead girl and collected her soul next.
And silently left the grieving family with two urns to take to their storage unit amid the flood of their tears.
(Simmer’s Note: Event Roll #26 was “Double Death” kill off two sims. I randomly rolled Delilah and Elyssa. This is somewhat tragic, because she wasn’t the heir, she was my favorite. But I’m sticking with it. It’s only fair to roll with the punches.)