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Grandpa Jack died yesterday afternoon. His entire body was filled with cancer. He had lumps in his throat and back, and cancer in his lungs and bones. He couldn't eat because it hurt his throat so much. He most likely starved to death. He died in his sleep after telling my grandma that that was the night he was going to die, and go to heaven. He was completely out of his head for the final few days of his life and it's incredibly sad that my grandmother had to watch him die over the past few weeks. At least she wasn't in the room when he died.
I guess that's all I have to say about that.
I guess that's all I have to say about that.