At his dinner date with Rebekah, Montague was determined to impress. He donned his best suit - in his signature colour, of course - and spent days preparing jokes and witticisms to spice up the conversation.
Ever since his youth, Montague had never really felt able to relate to those around him... especially girls. He was always too strange - too eccentric. But Rebekah was different somehow. Her smile could light up a room, and her warm demeanour had sparked a fire in Monty's heart.
As they sat together in a five-star bistro, Monty's nerves got the better of him. He stuttered, stammered and muddled up punchlines. Utterly convinced he'd blown it, he made a hasty apology and rose from the table... only to be stopped by Rebekah gently taking hold of his hand.
And time only made their bond stronger.
In the months that followed, Myron became a grandfather for the first time, as Juliet gave birth to a beautiful daughter - Isabella. Like her mother before her, the years would see her grow into a refined young lady... another rose in the Miskin family garden.
Isabella's birth brought Myron back out of his relapse into gloominess. He spoiled his new granddaughter shamelessly, and visited her as often as he could. On one occasion, Montague and Rebekah joined him - giving the two adult siblings a chance to catch up and to talk about old and new times.
Upon returning home, Montague headed to his room, with Rebekah following. She noticed that Montague seemed somehow distant... as if his body was here, but his mind had wandered somewhere else. Now, Monty was prone to lapses into his imagination, but this time, his facial expression suggested it was something more troubling... more serious.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Rebekah asked timidly.
"Hmm?" Monty mumbled, before snapping out of it and looking up. "Oh, sorry, my love... I was just... contemplating something."
"Well... seeing Juliet and Isabella today... it just got me thinking. Dad loves being a grandfather, and, as much as it pains me to think about it, he might not be here for much longer. After Uncle Mostyn passed, he put so much work into getting out there and making a name for himself. All I've ever wanted is to make him proud and see him happy... and I know the thing that will make him happiest of all is to see me settled down with a family."
"You have me," Rebekah replied. "Isn't that enough? For now, at least?"
"Of course it is..." Montague told her... before dropping down onto one knee.
"But I'm ready to take a step forward," he added.
Tears sprang to Rebekah's eyes.
"Marry me?" Montague asked, nervously.
"Yes!" Rebekah answered. "Oh, Monty, of course I will!"
Although he would never tell him so, it was a huge relief to Myron to see Montague happily married. Past events had given him serious cause for concern about whether his son could survive on his own - such as the time he'd tried to make a birthday cake and set the kitchen on fire. Luckily, Myron had come home from work in time to deal with the aftermath.
However, Rebekah was, by all accounts, a charming girl with a good head on her shoulders. She was bound to keep Monty under control.
On her wedding day, Rebekah was given a beautiful gift from Lady Amelia - an elegant jewel-trimmed dress and pendant that had belonged to one of the Miskin ancestors. As well as symbolising her new social position, the gesture represented her welcome into the Miskin clan.
Rebekah made sure to introduce herself to all of her new in-laws: paying extra special respects to her husband's father. She also laid her wedding bouquet on Katrina's grave in a touching gesture that pleased Myron and Montague very much.
Then, a couple of years later, as Montague's comedy career finally began to take off... Myron became a grandfather once again.
The world welcomed Mordecai Miskin - a bouncing baby boy, and the next heir to the family legacy.
His father utterly cherished him...
... but had to compete with the little lad's grandpa for hug and cuddle time!
His former raven hair now the colour of ash, Myron knew that the years had passed him by... but they had gone joyously, in the blink of an eye. Losing his brother, and later his darling Katrina, had, of course, been hard... but it gave him great comfort to see both of his children grown up, healthy, happy, and with little darlings of their own.
When the time came for him to rejoin his lost love ones, he'd rest happy in the knowledge that his living loved ones were safe.