My grandfather was the type of person who never threw anything away.
He died in World War II holding on to a hand grenade.
My grandfather was the type of person who never threw anything away.
He died in World War II holding on to a hand grenade.
Listen up, buttercup. So, the dude's grandfather was a hoarder, right? He couldn't let go of anything. Turns out, this included a live hand grenade during World War II. Guess what? Holding onto that grenade meant he, well, *ended* his service. It's dark because someone died, but funny 'cause, like, what a way to go, right? Your frontal lobe is probably the size of a peanut if you did not understand that.