Official Details

Date of Death: 1830

 

Chipboard Poem

Morgana does what she can to insult the sun

Opening an umbrella indoors is her idea of fun

She’d rather hide from its rays and watch the darkness fall

As she soaks up the night, bad luck and all

Death Certificate

It is said when an umbrella is dropped in a house

A murder will be certain to follow

Some find this rare superstition

An incredibly hard pill to swallow

But Morgana can tell you first hand,

And this should come as no shock,

She was repeatedly beaten with her umbrella

And now lies six feet below in a box