I have a grandfather.
His name is Asesh. Asesh Dasgupta.
He makes jokes. He likes dill pickles. He likes to sleep.
One day, he had a brain tumor. He went to the hospital.
I talked with him before the surgery, and played him some piano. He liked it. Then, he had the operation.
He was fine, after.
Then, one day, I find out
I had a grandfather.
His name was Asesh. Asesh Dasgupta.
He made jokes. He liked dill pickles. He liked to sleep. One day, he got to sleep forever.
I wonder if there are pickles in heaven.