re: #124 PT Barnum

We don’t know for sure what killed him, since my mom was too shocked to remember to have an autopsy done. He was still holding his fishing pole, so we think it must have been a massive stroke or an anyeurism.

My biological paternal grandfather (you got all that?) died in his own apartment, at nearly ninety, probably of a swift heart attack. They couldn’t bury him for weeks because the damn Fresno coroner couldn’t find a cause of death. (The man was nearly ninety! What the hell do you THINK killed him?)

He was two-thirds of the way through a sample three-pack of Viagra when he went, and left his shotgun loaded and neatly tucked behind the drapes. He wasn’t part of my growing up, but I will admit that he left a hell of a legend. Five wives, too!