Can you Sup Forumsros please cheer me up my grandfather passed to cancer last night in his sleep

Can you Sup Forumsros please cheer me up my grandfather passed to cancer last night in his sleep

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Sorry to hear that user.

hahaha

gramps

Sorry user. Did he leave you anything in his will?

thanks for atleast taking the time to say something It means a lot to me to see that Sup Forums still has some heart

Are you sure you weren't his cancer?

He passed on and probably didn't even know it until it happened.
Lucky, I wish to die like that when my time comes.

My grandpa is a vegetable

Sorry to hear that man, I good friend of mine just died last week, he needed surgery but decided to go to work instead to make money for his family. A real man

What kind of cancer did he have?

Liver.

Shit, was it painful?

He might have been but if he was he was really good at trying to hide it.

He was a strong man

Kidney

yep always here to help out a fellow Sup Forumsro.

Sori for your loss

What the fuck that's just some random ass dude he had kidney cancer and he died in his sleep.

Rest in PISS gramps

No need to be a dick user. He's only looking for support.

>He was a strong man

Video related (especially 02:25 onwards): Your grandfather internally dealing with the pain of liver cancer.

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You have no reason to be sad, because your grandpa is now reunited with Frank Henderson, the Goblin Wizard

Soz mane, stay strong.

Not to mention Hitler.

I'm sorry to read that op

God dammit I mean I was the guy who was friends with the guy who died the poster who's saying he died of liver cancer is just some random dude

If it's any consolation I got my dick sucked by a Spanish girl tonight. See? The worlds's not all bad.

it could come early, you have the power to do so user.

Died from cancer? One less banana thread to worry about.

Sailing to Byzantium
W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

Don't forget: you're not that far away yourself.