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Hello,
I am aware that you probably do not have the fondest memories of me, particularly following the events leading up to and during the programme in which we both took part, so I will understand if you decide to ignore or completely disregard this email sent to you. Or perhaps you think this is an unusual and inconvenient way to get in touch in this digital age, and that I should probably try to contact you via social media. I do not have any social media accounts whatsoever.
Nevertheless, with the deepest sorrow and grief, the purpose of this email is to inform you of the death of Fiorella ‘Fiore’ Ricci, aged 6, in a hospital in the United States, away from her native Italy.
Out of respect for her and her memory, I do not wish to, nor do I intend to, go into details about the how and why of her death, although I am sure you can imagine, especially after her participation in the programme’s final was sabotaged and how she had to be taken away in an ambulance because of it.
As I mentioned earlier, the reason for sending this email to you and the other members of the original cast is not merely to inform you of Fiore’s recent passing, but also to invite you to the little girl’s funeral. I implore you to put aside any resentment or bitterness you may harbour towards her. I appeal to your empathy, and if you cannot find forgiveness in your heart, then I also ask that you disregard this email entirely and do not attend. Feelings of hatred are not welcome, especially when we are talking about the memory of a child.
Similarly, and as her final wish in life, I implore you—should you be considering it—not to send or bring flowers to her funeral. Though somewhat unorthodox, I would not like her final memory to resemble a neglected garden, especially given that, in life, Fiorella was allergic to flowers. Instead, please consider attending the funeral without them. And, if it is within your means, please do bring a toy. A toy suitable for her age, please; it is the best way to remember a little girl who never had the chance to be one.
If you are unsure what to bring, please bear in mind that Fiorella always loved stars, dinosaurs, drawing, and dolls.
I realize this request may sound heartless and perhaps even disrespectful to her memory, but I believe that, in life, Fiorella never had the chance to be a normal little girl nor to have a proper childhood. So, the thought of her soul getting bored spending eternity all alone is unbearable for me: at least with the toys, she will be able to play and have fun without a care in the world, just like the little girl she deserved to be. Fiorella always liked being the one to choose and make decisions, so I think she will enjoy the idea of having a variety of toys to choose from.
Consequently, her funeral will take place on December 10th, a Sunday, this year in Turin, Italy. This invitation is open to you and everyone in the cast. For further information, please reply to this email. Thanks beforehand. Best wishes.
-Sincerely, Alec Çelik.