Oh, Grandpa

My really old grandpa was possibly the most senile person ever. His sayings left much to be desired- mainly, points. “Never trust dogs that have stripes, painted by wicked demons from hell,” he would cackle madly, yellow eyes rolling terrifyingly, saliva-encrusted mouth spitting out wet, brown mucus.

As for facial expressions? They sparked terrible feelings in peoples’ guts.

Nobody knew why; no close family member had dared ask. I, however, decided: someone should take action. Hopefully not me, but something must happen so everyone could live peacefully once again.

Finally, Aunt Jane took initiative. She slit her father’s throat.