Yes, mom, I really have always thought that the aneurysm was God's way of punishing granddaddy for being a bit of a dick to grandmom; but like all God type punishments, it ends up making the person whose suffering it was meant to avenge suffer a bit more, and thus made grandmom a better person.

And that's why whenever grandmom wants to buy something, or eat something, or go somewhere...I tell her to go ahead. She's entitled. She's earned it. She can tell everyone else to kiss off!