Chapter 3 - Goodbye my son, Martin Seamus Mcfly

Biff refused to give Marty a funeral and so I had to bury my own son myself. I buried him next to George. I never thought I'd be burying my own son. My gorgeous boy. I had to carry his dead body myself. His cold, pale skin was a horrific sight. Marty was my only family left that cared about what was going to happen to himself and he was gone, gone forever. The headstone reads:

Martin Seamus McFly

1968-1985

Died age 17, shot

Much loved and will

be missed by loving

his loving mother

My poor son, he didn't deserve an end like, this but he's in a better place now, happily living with his father. I will always love you Martin, my son...