My maternal grandfather passed away today. Once, years ago, he told us a story about growing up with a massive group of brothers. Their mother would sometimes give them laxatives, and their way to make this more amusing was to sit on a tree branch, drop their pants, hang their butts over the edge and see who could make the biggest pile of crap on the ground. Thinking about that always makes me smile, and I think he would enjoy that I remember him that way. Goodnight, Papa.