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I just found out my grandfather, who has cancer, is getting much worse. They're not even going to bother with the next round of radiation because he is so sick.

I don't want any "I'm so sorry" posts, 'cause I accepted a while ago that he was dying. I thought I'd share a funny story about him instead of letting myself get down about it:

My rehearsal dinner for my wedding was at this swanky French-Italian restaurant run by these mobster types. They all wear tuxedos, it's so dark you can barely see your food, etc.... Anyways, my grandfather is drinking his usual Coors, and he runs out. The waiter comes by, and my grandfather tells him, "If you don't get me another beer, I'm gonna stab you in the hand with my fork." Now, my grandfather has been smoking since birth, so his voice is frightening and gravelly. When I found out he said that, I laughed my head off.

Oh yeah, I also bought my grandfather Humphrey the Humping Dog for Christmas. It's this god-awful leg-humping chihuahua. It made his day.

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