The Scarlette Pimple (with apologies to Baroness Orczy)

They seek him here, They seek him there,Those Frenchies seek him everywhere.
Is he in heaven?—Is he in hell?That dammed, elusive Pimpernel.- Sir Percy Blakeney (ch.12)

Alas! Poor Scarlette! Your death did begin as a pimple on the face of Goa, and it turns out it's actually a festering cancer. But given our great bumbling administration (they only appear to be so, just like Sir Percy; but unlike the Pimpernel, are really up to no good) the only hope you'll have for justice is in the next life, when the whole cast and crew of this travesty stand before their maker.

Fiona- you've been a lousy, selfish mom; so trying to redeem your sins in this life is not going to work (or is it a publisher's contract you're looking to gain?) - give it up, put li'l Scarlette to rest and make the most of what's left of your pitiful life.

That said I had been wrestling with the idea of my usual tongue-in-cheek blogging on the Goan blot of the life and death of Scarlette Keeling and the continuing saga of Fiona her mother, but out of respect for the deceased I choose not to. You varlets know who you are, know therefore that the grim reaper will visit you one of these days, I hope it's sooner than later, and I hope it's a death made worse than anything you can imagine.

Scarlette Eden Keeling - go to your rest with God and His Angels!