Ugmolegacy

You may have guessed that Marsha is not my favorite Ugmo. I just couldn't understand why, with her face, she was convinced of her innate hotness and pursued romance all her life.

After Floyd's death, her days of woohoo were over. She consoled herself by making lobster thermidor in the middle of the night.



She even managed not to burn it now and then.










And by watching her old colleagues on the Yummy Channel.




*Oh Emeril, how did you overlook my innate hotness*










Esther was especially solicitous of Marsa in her time of grief.





Playing Floyd's favorite song








A little rock, paper, scissors to chase the blues away.








But there were lonesome times for Marsha, as she lay in her large double bed reminiscing of her glory days.




*How Hot I am*













Marsha continued to linger...and linger...and linger. Amar had to sell his business because he could not take her with him (as you recall she offended the customers, tired easily, and was just an all around pain in the neck). When he was working it alone, customers tended to get angry at cash out delays. And, the final straw was a bad review in the paper. Esther promised him she would buy him another business when Marsha was gone. Amar barely kept green while waiting for Marsha to pass. Finally, on her 81st or 82nd birthday....the hula girls came.





Marsha ran to answer the door just before it happened, hoping it was Stephen Gothier so she could get some male attention.











Marsha, suitcase packed with her Victoria's Secret garments, departs.












R.I.P. Marsha