Mel Trotter

In the dim light of the room, Mel reached a trembling hand down, down into the coffin, and slipped the tiny shoes from the body of his two-year old son. With shoes in hand, he quickly made his way out of the parlor, down to the nearest saloon, and slapped the little shoes down on the counter and said, “Give me a drink! I’m dying for a drink!” The music for this episode is listed below and was adapted for length under a Creative Commons License myuu – Collapse myuu – Disintegrating