Because of our FiTe bond, I've always tended to take my entj grandpas side on things to try and cast him in a kinder light to my dad and his brothers... A job made near impossible by the things my grandpa would end up doing.
Tonight we had his wake and people were telling stories. One story that got told was how for Mother's Day one year he gave her an electric can opener. She apparently turned and grabbed their current can opener and plopped it down with a thud and yelled at him for not just getting her flowers.
The next year, my uncle was awoken to the sound of a large truck backing up to the house. And out came... A wood chipper. My grandfather tried to get away with it because it would "last forever."