This is Granny's bedroom. I am surprised she hasn't tripped on the clutter and broken her hip. The vacuum cleaner has never been used in this room, at this point, it's for decoration. Her ass-green carpet has been around since the civil war. The clothes basket is a constant obstacle in Granny's room. This is where my socks mysteriously disappear (detailed below).
Where the hell have all of my socks gone to?
When most people lose a loved one, they usually celebrate the death with a funeral and then grant the deceased one last wish and place their remains where they would like to be...not Granny. This box contains the ashes of my dead Grandpa. This box sits in my Granny's closet, where they have been since 1978. I love the "coat hanger of rememberance" decorating this beautiful box. As a kid, I used to dare my freind's to shake the box. "Grandpa, are you happy in your final resting place?" I am surprised as hell he hasn't returned as a poltergeist and haunted Granny's shitty house. I'd be pissed, but then again, he's dead.
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