Poor Fred's dead, dead aye say, dead.

I'm not ashamed to admit I cried. "Be happy, aye say, be happy", but how could you when you knew what was coming next? Fred Elliott, purveyor of fine meats, dead as a doe-doe on Audrey's front step. Actually, was he dead as a doe-doe? Surely Audrey could have tried a little CPR?

Now what I don't understand, aye say, what I don't understand, is why everyone is so quick to think the worst of poor dead Fred! Audrey, well perhaps she is a tease, like Ashley said, but not Fred. Fred had a good heart and there's no way, aye say, no way he'd cheat on anyone. Generous to a fault he was, generous to a fault.

Here's hoping the Street calms down and gets a touch of the guilts for their poor treatment of Fred and Audrey. Honestly, where's the respect people, where's the respect??