My grandma always made the best chili. That

My grandma always made the best chili. That is, until...it...happened. The unthinkable. The unimaginable.

its fingers and began to sing some hot scat. "That girl's more talent in her ankle than most people got in their whole bodies," said Ella Fitzgerald, who was hungry for more.

While Grandma lay writing in agony on the floor, the rest of them went about scooping up the errant chili that had splattered on the wall and floor. Completely disregarding grandma

's ensuing demise, they scooped all they could, then sat down to eat in uncomfortable silence. Grandma's bodily fluids seeped slowly towards them, but they just kept eating. "So,

how about those Packers?" they mused. The stench of bile and feces fouled the meal. So they set out for a picnic instead. They left Grandmas now stiffening body on the floor behind

the radiating heater in the cabin. When Joanna opened the picnic basket she saw that everything was still wet from the fall over Niagara. Grandma's body against the heater started

to send the smell of wet wool throughout the entire cabin. Joanna wrinkled her nose and lifted Grandma over to the couch, away from the heater. The smell lessened, but the dampness

increased. Condensation formed on everything and dripped down the walls of the cabin. Grandma cackled evilly. "My wet wool will be the death of you, Joanna! He-he-he-he-he!"

But the last laugh was Joanna's. She caught Grandma's cackle on smartcam & the family GP lost no time finding her clinically insane.At the Home she was made to clean thermal undies