Not me but some chick on the internet.
Oh no, the incestuous *****phile one was on my dad's side. She died peacefully in her sleep.
This was my maternal grandmother. She was stuck in hospital for months, getting smellier and more grotesque by the day. They even asked if I wanted to go in and see her AFTER she'd died. You can imagine my response.
What's wrong with an old fashioned rub of the hair? Cuddles? Bunch of poofs