I heard from a family member that my grandpa died three years shy of his 100th birthday. (For those of you who want to remember the "good 'ol days") He had a stroke, went to the hospital, they hooked him up, he attempted to remove a feeding tube and needles, they doped him up to make him "compliant." I think he was ready to go. My grandma never told me, never contacted me, and that's ok. I'm well aware that she already has another man picked out "to go dancing with." My grandpa was a scientist. She lived well off of his retirement and pension and was never grateful for it, always putting him down, telling him he had a "big head", saying if he was more intelligent he would have made more money off of his patents, how embarrassing he was to her, etc. She also put her attendance of church first, because she adores HIM!

Did I mention the "care" the hospital gave him? (Yes, I did)

I don't plan on going to the funeral. I don't want to remember him in a box. I also hate the funeral industry, I worked at a large and successful funeral home during college (it's a sham business). Whenever I called to talk to him she would listen in and tell him to get off the phone. When I went to visit she would always have some bullshit I would have to do in order to have me spend less time with him.

This is a reminder that this is what you have to look forward to. Look out for yourselves. Stay frosty, gents.