Today Léon and I were sorting through an old toy box. We happened upon an old mirror my old Gramps had given me for Christmas when I was a teenager. Léon asked me if he could have it. I replied that he could but he had to take special care of it as it had been a present from my Gramps and he was dead now. A look of utter horror crossed his face and he exclaimed: My God, was he shot by a tank or something???
I don't think he realized people just die when they get old!