Fred frowned slightly. His death had affected his family more than he had originally thought. It filled him with guilt, he never would have wished that kind of despair on anyone, let alone his own family. All he could do now was try and make it up to them, now that he was back.
"As much as I hate to say it, there will never be another me." Fred replied, trying to joke about it but unsure. "Obviously I don't have kids, being dead for the past twenty-six years has kind of prevented any reproduction of any sort, so my advice may fall flat, but you have to let kids be themselves. Discover their identity. I'm pretty sure that we didn't turn out anything like our parents wished."
It took everything in Fred not to hug his brother, but he held it back. "Shite George, I would never have wanted you to be driven to something like that." he exclaimed, taking a sip of his own drink.