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Originally Posted by Johnj
My mother and her sisters made me take a bunch of pictures of my dead granmother. There were eight sisters and a brother. The youngest became a nun. My grandmother (who would switch the hide off your ass, or curse better than any saliors you knew) was being buried in the 'habit' of The Little Sisters of the Poor, who she had supported and given a child to.
FYI Uncle Joe enlisted in the Navy when he was 16 years old. He saw heavy action in the Pacific.
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Haha, how creepy - I saw a dead person once, and had an incredible urge to touch them, expecting them to come alive. I've only seen one though - just my Aunt.