An online comic about Ace. A young geek that's too nice for his own good. All he wants is a regular life and a regular girlfriend. But he knows that isn't going to happen. – CGI – Adult situations. Artistic nudity. Not suitable for children or Fundies.
Peg: I guess I should talk about when Nana, my American grandmother passed away. She was, like, 90 and she'd been sick for a couple of years. Zoom-Zoom, my Chinese grandmother is doing just fine, if you're wondering. I was supposed to call her Wai-Zu-Mu. It's a Chinese thing. But when I called her Zoom-Zoom, she liked it. I guess it fits; she still gets pulled over for speeding. One of these days she'll meet a cop that speaks Cantonese and her doe eyes won't do any good. Now my Grandpa George is going to be 100 this year. You know, George Walker Jr., founder of Walker Hotels and Inns? You don't know how close I came to being named George Walker the Fourth; penis or none. He's healthy as a horse. Seriously. He can still carry me on his back. I guess it's lucky that I take after my Zoom-Zoom in size. Really, I don't mind being short. Zoom-Zoom says she likes being able to put her head against my Grandpa Red's chest when they dance. Grandpa Red technically still works for Grandpa George, since he's CEO until he retires, but that's in five years. And that's why my parents met at a company picnic. I'm not sure, but I think Daddy may be planning to make me- Where were we? Oh, yeah, Nana. It was no surprise when she died. We all got to say our goodbyes, and she passed on in her sleep. So it wasn't a huge trauma. Actually it was kind of a relief. My whole view on the afterlife is colored by Christianity, Buddhism, and Taoism, with a side of Confucian practicality, so I just settle for thinking she's in a better place. We keep a little shrine to her in one room of the main house. That's more of an ancestor worship thing, but it works for us. Unless he's away, every night Grandpa George sits in that room and tells her about his day, and what's going on in the family. I just wish he wouldn't laugh so much when he's talking about me. And once or twice, I could swear I saw Nana sitting next to him. How cool is that? Whoa! Rewind a bit, Peg. When Nana died. Focus, focus, focus! So, like I said, it wasn't a huge shock. Sure, every one of us cried, and yet we were kind of glad that she wasn't suffering any more. And the funeral was actually quite joyful. Lots of singing and it had an MC, a comedian, her wish of all things. She'd actually made all the arrangements ahead of time. The slide show was something else. I don't think I'll ever get the image of my grandmother, at Woodstock, skinny dipping, out of my head. It turns out that the picture was taken by Grandpa George. He's always been a Hendrix fan. They were married a month later. “Love at first sight and in love forever,” Grandpa George says. Nana was something else. Everyone loved her, and we all miss her. But every time I think about her being gone, I remember the good times, or one of the dirty jokes she wrote for her funeral comes to mind. The only down side is trying to explain that you're laughing at something from your grandmother's funeral.
My point? Oh, yeah!
Our loved ones may die. But they never really leave us.