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I know what you mean. I was there when my grandfather was found dead. Mouth open, staring at the sky. Creeeeepy. I was 13 or so I think.
But then, my grandmother kept a picture of him in his coffin on her nightstand next to the bed. AND a picture of her own mother in her coffin. That shit creeped me out bigtime.
You never burn that image of your mind.
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