What Ghost Mufasa should have said to Simba
Rafiki motioned to adult Simba near some reeds.
"Shhh" he said. He parted the reeds and pointed past them with his staff.
"Look down there." He said and pointed to the water.
Simba quietly and carefully works his way out. He looks over the edge and sees his reflection in a pool of water He first seems a bit startled, perhaps at his own mature appearance, but then realizes what he's looking at.
"That's not my father. That's just my reflection." He replied disappointed.
"Noo. Look ... harder."
Rafiki motioned over the pool. Ripples form, distorting Simba's reflection; they resolve into Mufasa's face. There is a deep rumbling noise.
"You see ... he lives in you."
Simba is awestruck. The wind picks up. In the air the huge image of Mufasa is forming from the clouds. He appears to be walking from the stars. The image is ghostly at first, but steadily gains color and coherence.
"Simba….." The ghost Mufasa said to Simba quietly at first.
"Father?" Simba said in awe.
"Simba, you have forgotten me."
"No. How could I?"
"You have forgotten who you are, and so have forgotten me. Look inside yourself, Simba. You are more than what you have become. You must take your place in the Circle of Life."
"How can I go back? I'm not who I used to be."
"Remember who you are. You are my son, and the one true king."
Simba's face was bathed in the golden light, showing a mixture of awe, fear, and sadness. The image of Mufasa started to fade….
"Father!" Simba started to chase the fading image. "No! Don't leave me!"
Mufasa then reappeared again quickly. "Oh….and one more thing you should probably know. Scar was the one who killed me. He threw me back into the stampede."
Simba then went made an angry face. "SCAR!? HE….HE WHAT!?"
"You didn't kill me. Scar did."
"I'm gonna murder the bastard!"
"That's my boy. Timon and Pumbaa raised you well. There's proof that gay parents can raise a child well."
"Why didn't you tell me Scar murdered you sooner!?" Simba said angrily.
"Well for starters , you were just a cub, you didn't have the strength to take him on."
Simba looked at the ground. "Huh….oh yeah."
"Plus you seemed really happy with your new life with Timon and Pumbaa….I figured I'd let you know when Scar completely screw things up, which he did. Believe it or not, he wasn't a bad king at first. But the problems slowly increased.
Mufasa then started to disappear.
Simba held up a paw "Hold up." He said.
"What is it now!?" his father said impatiently.
"Sorry father. Just one last question. What's death like?"
"Painful…and a little stupid."
"Stupid?" Simba said puzzled.
"How come Zazu can survive being sat on by a heavy rhino, but I die in a stampede?"
Simba shrugged. "Cartoon logic."
Mufasa disappeared into the night, and Simba ran off to challenge Scar.