Sherri was scary, and now she is dead. She was the first Psi witch of the Triple-G, known for her fiery temper and her tendency to light up a room...or a car, or a doctor, or herself.

Her most recent attempt at a cure for her disease landed her at Somerset Hospital, where she was extinguished at long last. The hospital staff responded to a fire alarm and found only a small pile of ashes where she had been sitting, reading Chaucer.

She joins her long-lost brother, as one of the first recruits to Guns, Gears, Getaway, with no surviving kin, for which we are all grateful. We will never forget her paranoid thrashing about that led to her burning down our garage four times, nor will we ever be able to repay her for the many times she awoke from near coma to incinerate an enemy and save the day.

She will not be missed, she will always be remembered. After all, she`s the reason most of the gang only has one eyebrow. Ha ha, you flaming bitch. Pfoof!

The Triple-G also extends their regret and grief at the passing of Dr. Henry Mortense, Sherri`s personal therapist. While his remains were never found, his silhouette will remain permanently burned into the wall of room 324. Perhaps we have this one last act to thank Sherri for.