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Frederick Nathaniel Cunningham (AKA "Fred")

He was born in 1918 and died at the age of 27 in 1945 during WWII as a result of a gunshot would to the heart. Unfortunately this death was not quick as one would hope. It was tortureously slow and incredibly painful.

He was buried in Bavaria Germany, where he had been killed. It is odd that he should have been killed there due to the fact that he was in the royal navy and Bavaria is surrounded by mountains.

His father's name was Nathaniel. His mother's name was Meaghan. His girlfriend's name was Claire. He was British, and proud of it! He had siblings that he was responsible for babysitting prior to joining the war. He had no other occupation.

He was very much in love with Claire, but after his death Claire eventually married and had four children who grew up to be perfectly lovely people. Claire died at the age of 58.

He was a bit of a manwhore, and always really wanted to get laid. He had no qualms about whether or not his partners were minors. He preferred slutty blondes. He agreed wholeheartedly that blondes have more fun. Claire was blonde. He, however, had brown hair accompanied by blue eyes. His only comment on black hair was "ew".

He was slightly cynical and had a good sense of humor and an incredibly inflated ego. He enjoyed referring to himself as hot, handsome, and gorgeous, among other flattering adjectives. He thought himself to be extremely attractive, but one has to question his judgment on this subject due to the fact that he is more than slightly bias.

He played the trumpet when he was in high school. He enjoyed (and was supposedly very good at) swing dancing. And his favorite food was belgain waffles.

He was also a drunk, although he denied the accusation of being an alcoholic. One positive side effect of his untimely death is that he managed to avoid experiencing the painful symptoms of withdrawal.

His death was quite unpleasant news for Claire and his parents, which was amplified by the fact that before he left he had promised them that he would live to see them again. Since then he has not had much faith in promises.

He despises Hitler and agrees with the common consensus that Hitler had a funny mustache.

He is quick to order death on others coughKaylacough, although it is uncertain weather this is due to a quick temper or his sense of humor. Thankfully though, he is also quick to forgive.

He loves Casablanca, both the city and the movie, however he has never seen a TV show, but infers that he would hate them due to the fact that he absolutely despises cliffhangers.

He enjoys "he-he-he"-ing more than "ha-ha-ha"-ing and absolutely loves "Muahahahahaha"-ing. He also seems to quite enjoy "grrrrrrrrrrr"-ing.

He is adorable.

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Favorite Fred quote:

Ouija Board: L-A-Y

Us: Lay what?

Ouija Board: L-A-Y-M-E

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Other Favorite Fred Quote:

Us: Why can’t Sarah leave?

Ouija Board: F-U-N

Us: Why can’t Vic leave?

Ouija Board: S-L-U-T

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Did I mention he that was shot?

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Oh yeah, and he's adorable.

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He was shot! You have no right to complain about anything that might be wrong in your own life. Because he was shot!

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He's adorable. Just wanted to make sure you got that.

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This is what comes of spending four straight hours playing with a ouija board at a sleep-over party.
My friends and I met "Fred". This is his story. He is very sarcastic and funny. He was so awesome! And really wanted to get laid.
There was actually one of us that he insisted couldn't go sleep because he saw her as a "slutty blonde", and he likes slutty blondes.
I know that sounds so totally creepy, but really, he was awesome. We love him.
He was fond of yelling at us to stop complaining, and following that with "I was shot", implying that anything we had to complain about could not possibly be nearly as bad. Also, when we pointed out that it was five in the morning and we were getting pretty tired, he told us that he once stayed up for 49 hours straight when he was in Normandy during the war.
Also, as a response to something he said early on, one of us called him adorable. This was apparently a big mistake because from then on whenever we asked why he thought he could get away with something or why he thought we would really do something for him (like "laying him") he would rspond with "I am adorable". And of coarse we'd all have to agree, but it really didn't do anything to answer our question. He just really loved to bring that up. That and being shot.

Next time you're playing with a ouija board ask for him. And tell him that we're sorry for falling asleep when we were "charging" the board (it glows in the dark and it was becoming really hard to see, so we had to stop to leave it under a lamp for a while, and we promised to come back and continue to talk to him as soon as we were done). Also, please tell him that the "slutty blonde" was the first one to doze off - so ha!
In addition, if you could, mention that we did google him, but, unfortunately, found no results that fit his description of himself (although his answers are not entirely trustworthey, as was proven by the ever-changing mumber of women that he claimed to have slept with).

I'm planning on writing a story based on his life (and a little bit about his death too) so please don't steal his story to write your own. That's my job.

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