My wife’s grandmother passed away last night at the age of 50 (she never told us her real age but she was about 80ish). Jeanie was a spunky, white russian drinking, Atlantic City-loving, Obama hating, shrimp loving, cougar of a character that will be very missed.
We never got to bring her the shrimp we promised her, but that stubborn woman’s last words to my wife were ‘move’ as she was trying to escape from her hospital bed.
I suppose now, as she watches from above (giving them hell up in the big house, mind you), SURPRISE WE’RE GAY!
Rest in peace, Jeanette Spanarkel.