Newton wrote more, enjoying well over a thousand simoleans daily in royalties. His screenplays were especially good and some even became bestsellers. His "Twilight Boulevard" trilogy brought in several hundreds per day just on their own. Oh, and his paintings were nothing to shake a stick at with several masterpieces sold to art galleries. He reserved some very special paintings to be hung around the house. One depicting a poignant from-behind guitar strumming Don from their younger years. Another pair were of the pet Eggplant Frog and Toy Robot Rodney loved so much as a young boy.
Don was continually struggling to make gains in his entertainer career and had to fend off heckler and rowdy audiences almost every night. Newton asked him to find another job seeing as Don came home at such late night hours and was in such a stressed out state of mind. Don then transitioned into the culinary field but even though he'd learned many skills in the kitchen from the very talented Newton, he was wasting his time stuck in a low-paying dishwasher job. After just a few nights Don decided to retire since now he and Newton were elders and he wanted to enjoy his sunset years with his family. Don never was cut out to be the breadwinner in the family. In fact, he too wrote a self-published children's book and was receiving daily royalties but it was only $4.
Don and Newton got to have one last golden date together and they chose the venue where they went on their first date together so many years ago...the museum. It was a wonderful afternoon.
Here you see they all got dressed up one weekend afternoon to take a family portrait. What a happy family.
Unfortunately though, the circle of life must come 'round and for Newton just this morning, it indeed has. While Don was swimming laps in the pool and Rodney had been enjoying time with Callie in the living room, Newton was working a few more strokes on his impressionist painting before planning to break for a family dinner, when he clutched his chest and fell to the floor. It happened that suddenly. The Grim Reaper swung his scythe and the family lost their patriarch. The loving husband and father, gifted artist and renowned author Newton Brisbane was dead.