Happy Halloween, Brad

Brad, it's your father...Mike. You are the reason your mother and I separated. You are the worst son. As soon as I learned that you were still alive all these years later, I knew that I needed to kill myself. A little bit off track, but the guy that owns this house -- where my body was seemingly thrown from the roof -- had nothing to do with my death, and is actually a pretty nice guy. Actually, now that I think of it, he deserves all of my money, and you deserve none, Brad. You are terrible and I hate you forever.   If you have access to Mike's money, let us know and we will find the proper authorities [email protected]   If you hate Brad as much as everyone else, let us know. [email protected]