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My grandpa died a few months ago. He was a fairly prominent choreographer in the USSR. The last time I saw was when I still in a crib, so I have no memory of him. We don't speak the same language, so I also didn't get the chance to talk to him even once. I was sad about not being sad. My grandpa was very… eccentric. Since decades ago, both him and my grandmother obsessed about his health. Even while my mother was growing up, him and his physical well-being were always the top priority. Every time he so much as had a cough both of them would start worrying about it and go to the doctor. There's a saying that goes something like this: you shouldn't have a complicated relationship with your doctor. Well, he did. He at one point was a shoemakers apprentice, but after being drafted from some war he gave up on that. He actually left the draft by faking appendicitis. After that he decided to be a dancer, and he was pretty good. I'm nobody to judge him, but he wasn't what most would call a good person, and neither was his wife. For a while, my mother, her mother, her father and her aunt all lived in the same place, in some tiny shack. My mother and her parents shared a room. Sometimes, during winter nights, my grandmother would nag him incessantly for hours on end about absolutely nothing. He's eventually get so fed up that he would strangle her while she called for her sister to help. This didn't just happen once, and it was all in front of my mother. Normally my grandfather wasn't abusive or anything. He never harmed my mother. Other than those times nothing else would really happen to my knowledge. My grandfather was actually pretty cowardly. They eventually moved to an apartment closer to where everything was going on. One time, at night they heard a woman screaming outside and my grandfather was absolutely terrified. Pretty weirdly, when my grandmother shouted at the voice to go away it suddenly came to an abrupt stop. Pedophiles would try to lure my mother into their houses while she was walking to her home in that neighborhood sometimes. My mother had a half-sister on her father's side as my grandmother was his second wife. My grandparents, especially my grandmother, treated her awfully and that could best be described by one event. When my half-aunt's mother died, before the funeral her body was kept in my grandparent's apartment for some reason. No casket, no nothing. An exposed dead body. They forced my mother's sister to sleep in the same room as where her dead mother was even though she begged them not to. The apartment didn't have any spare rooms and my grandparents didn't want to let her in their room. Later, when my half-aunt was an adult and needed a place to stay, they refused to have her. After she got on her feet, they then started demanding that she gives them money regularly. She did and sent it via her son the first time. When he came up to my grandmother while she was with her friends outside her apartment, she just grabbed the envelope from him and didn't say another word. He refused to deliver it in the future. My grandfather's mother was a petite and extremely beautiful. She was an extreme alcoholic though and died young, never telling anybody who my grandfather's father was. Before dying though, she remarried to a somewhat wealthy man who ended up raising my grandfather. One day, when the wealthy man was very old and close to dying, my grandfather, grandmother, and my mother decided to pay him a visit, which my grandfather had never done before that. Much to their disappoint, he had remarried to some gold-digger. He left all his money to her. My grandfather didn't die of any illness or anything specific. Right before death he was in fairly good condition. One day though his body just gave up and he rapidly declined. He couldn't walk without help anymore. Later, he just collapsed and was laid to bed. He even had to be rolled around to be washed. He eventually became responsive again, but quickly lost all his senses. He asked to be driven to their old house, which was demolished years ago and other such things. On that bed, the last thing he asked for was to be buried in a really expensive suit. A week before dying, he was invited to some important party. My grandfather hated parties and always looked for any excuse to avoid them. I guess he held true to form. Tell me about your dead relatives ubuu.