|RIP grandpa pickleope, I hope they serve beer in your afterlife. Worms ferment stuff, right?|
The only way I can process grief is through incredibly tasteless jokes. So, if you're not the gallows humor type, first, how have you not written me an angry missive yet, and second, this post may not be for you. If I waited to write this, he may die and then it would be too late. I prefer "too soon" to "too late".
|Zombie grandpa courtesy of this source|
|Expect to see this image recycled throughout the month.|
In all seriousness, this is the only grandpa I have left and it really is sad. On the plus side for society, the generation that believed in segregation and institutionalized misogyny is dying off.