My dead dad is not dead. It was a joke and a prank to see if anyone actually cared. Devised by himself.
He's still alive (in the dream/nightmare) and living in the old people home. He wears a cravat and reads aloud Mills & Boon novels to the residents for pocket money and sexual favours.
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