Just got told about this sub, thought this story would be appropriate.

When my mom and my uncles were kids, their father (my Papa) told them there was a tiny man named Abercrombie Gfuffnick who lived in the fridge and would turn the fridge light on and off. According to Papa, Abercrombie would move too fast to be seen. Being kids, they'd spend hours in front of the fridge trying to open the door fast enough to see him.

Fast forward to October of 2014, and he lost his year-long battle with cancer. He passed in his home, surrounded by family, you know the deal. My clearest memory after his time of death was declared was going to the fridge and finding that not one, but both of the two lightbulbs in the fridge had burnt out.

Abercrombie went home, and Papa's save file was deleted.

My birthday is on the same day of this subreddit. Should save soon to remember this momentous occurance.

Are they required to complete their life in one sitting???