They walked through the door and Cogsworth broke out in a cold sweat. He saw himself laying in a casket. There were no flowers, no people to mourn for him. He was all alone, even in death. You don't treat people the way Henry Cogsworth treated people and expect anyone to mourn.
Most people are glad to see the old scrooge gone.
You know, I heard he had millions in the bank. I wonder what they're going to do with all that money. He had no family you know. By this time, Cogsworth was feeling pretty bad. Take me back, back to where I belong.