My clan

Poking about my fogshrouded greybleary past, I have been casting anectodal glances at the deaths of my life. You know.. giving my stock of remembrance a bit of a stir... recounting the dead I once knew. Shucks.. I am nearing my expiry date myself. Thought I will refresh my memory you know. Give the rolldeck dedicated to my once-weres a bit of a spin!

Not a lot that will incite any measure of envy and conjecture. But my own lot you know. My dynasty. My clan.

The exercise is an incontrovertible example of a slow drift into a fourty something morbid hell. Alarmingly enough, the reaper lurks in the coldgrey shadows of my dead.