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My great-grandpa didn’t wake up this morning. The last great-grandpa I had left. They finally got him home from the nursing home/rehabilitation center, and he died. As upset as I am, I’m more worried about my great-grandma: they were married for 70 years. How do you keep going after you lose someone like that?

What’s really getting me is how even my estranged father, from the other side of my family, can say, “He was a great man.”

saying things like, “I have no need for those sorts of movies,” or “I don’t see the need for that.” I understand that blood or guts or disembodied limbs or decomposing flesh or creepy ghosts or masked guys with knives or whatever might not be your thing, but could you say it less condescendingly? “I don’t feel the need for that.”

Know what I don’t feel the need for? Romantic comedies. Couldn’t care less. Go cry over Love Actually or whatever and leave the scary movies to those of that can handle them. To those of that understand how much a good horror movie can effect your emotions in a much purer way than any other genre film. To those of that like being scared, that like acknowledging and facing our fears, that which makes us uncomfortable, our mortality.