COMMUNITY STORY! Raised only by her Grandfather, after her parents died in a car accident when she was but three months old, Peyton held tight to his urn she just picked up from Morton's Mortuary. Even though Grandy, as she affectionately called her Grandfather, was getting up there in years, it was still quite the shock when she received the call from Port Charles General Hospital notifying her of his passing. Back at the cramped, two bedroom, old house they called home nearing on twenty five years, Peyton sat in Grandy's favorite, worn out, recliner. His pipe and pouch resting on the side table, never to be used again. As tears fell down her cheek, some droplets would ping on the urn, which made her cry all that much more. As the last sobs coursed through her body, the nearly broken doorbell gave a half-hearted ring. She set the urn on the mantel and quickly wiped her face dry with Grandy's handkerchief and opened the door. She signed for the delivered package and wondered what in the world this could be? She sat in her wicker chair complete with it's worn out cushion and ripped the cardboard tab off the mailer. Inside was an envelope. The return address read "The Law Firm of Spencer L. Walker, III". She carefully opened the envelope and had to catch herself in order to stave off the next round of tears. It was Grandy's Last Will & Testament. She turned the pages and pages as her mouth opened in disbelief...