Too bad my grandfather wasn't still alive as I'd have wrapped this one up on the first day. I could have convinced him to wear hipster shit and flip the bird for the camera too. He was a riot and into everything. Super healthy.
Died, literally, mid-sentence talking to my dad. Aside from some cataracts, he was never sick a day in his nearly 90 years. Still partied it up at family functions and loved to pound back the beer.
What a way to go. No suffering whatsoever.
It was a shock but it really messed my dad up. They were best buds.