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


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...