My grandpa is dying. He's my mother's father. We lost his wife, my grandma, when I was 14 or 15. The two of them are from Brooklyn, NY, and because of this, I've been left with numerous hilarious stories to tell my friends about, and reminisce with family. He's not on his deathbed or anything like that, but earlier this year, when my Aunt Judy, who
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