Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe his life was meant to be left incomplete.
As he cuddled the picture of his children, his knees were collapsing. His face had a smile, one that lasted until his funeral.
"Nick... Dan... take over this company. I— I can't do it anymore."
His last words were never passed on to the only two remaining Johnsons.
The picture in his arms was broken down the middle. The c***k disoriented Zayn's and Cassandra's faces through the c***k. They weren't to particular about discarding the photo frame. No one was alive afterall.
Yet, Nick reads the paper left on the desk of his father before his passing. It was as if Framton Johnson knew he was going to die of a heart attack.
They say, Death never knocks on the door. But it does show its signs of arrival.
Nick was
