{#48 Word count 100. Write a eulogy for a famous fictional character. Only reveal who it is at the end}

She was the hottest trick in shoe leather, all the beaus of the county after her. And no wonder, with a seventeen inch waist! But she married Mister Charles Hamilton to provoke her true heart’s desire. Shortly thereafter, widowed by the war, she moved to Atlanta to join her sister-in-law and aunt. She nursed injured soldiers at the hospital near the depot for a time and delivered her SIL’s baby with little to no help from her simpleminded darkie. She finally left Atlanta with her stolen mule once the Yankees began to burn it. She, her SIL, the newborn baby, and maid waited out the Union Troops under a bridge in a flood. Upon returning home she found that the farm had been seized by Union Troops and all their livestock and crops had been ransacked and stolen. Her mother dead, and her father gone batty, she was forced to be at once both the lady of the house and the overseer. She shot a Yankee deserter who broke into the house while her family picked cotton in the scorching hot red clay fields.

Flat broke, father now gone as well, she and her mammy fashioned a dress of curtains to beg for tax money for the farm from a wealthy gentleman she had befriended in Atlanta, but all was in vain. It was during this visit to the rebuilding city she met and married Mr. Frank Kennedy, shop keeper and lumbermill operator (and her sister’s long time beau). The farm, store, and lumbermill prospered under her direction. Mr. Kennedy, a member of the the KKK, was shot and killed, leaving her a widow once again. But not for long. Mr. Butler, a wealthy businessman from Charleston, asked for her hand in marriage just hours after the funeral.

They honeymooned in New Orleans and then built the most ostentatious house Atlanta had ever seen. Soon they had a daughter, named after three queens but everyone called her simply Bonnie, after the Bonnie Blue Flag.

Sadly, their daughter was killed by a stubborn pony just shy of her fifth birthday.

The loss hit the Butlers hard. Mrs. Butler was still recuperating from a fall down the stairs and was ill prepared for the loss of her child, as well as a grieving husband. Mrs. Wilkes, after a late night, was able to convince Mr. Butler that the funeral must take place for the little girl he so doted on. But this took its toll on Melanie, and she soon passed away with her unborn child still inside her.

The Butlers divorced shortly thereafter due to irreconcilable differences. Scarlett went on to travel to Charleston and Savannah, then across the sea to Ireland, her father’s homeland. There, she bought a castle and town of her own. She gave birth to a daughter, Cat, on All Hallow’s Eve, with slanting green eyes, convincing the townspeople that she was possessed.

Rhett eventually found her and his daughter and carried them to safety, once again through flames as the people drove them from their home.

They lived happily ever after, sailing, shopping, and eating in famous cities and towns all around the world.

She perished after consuming some bad shellfish off the coast of Guernsey.

She is survived by her daughter Cat, and husband Rhett.

God rest this courageous woman’s soul.