My late grandmother was a high-octane, unrelenting shitlord until the end. No good times were had at her house if you were a butterball. While her shitlording was a constant there are a few incidents that stand out in my mind. Years ago my uncle had to go in for some kind of health screening related to health/life/disability ( not sure I was too young at the time ) Insurance while his coworker didn't, he was ranting about this fact ( because he was only ~30 at the time ). My grandmother puts down her tea and straight up tells him, in front of the entire family, that there's a very good reason he has to go in for an exam while his coworker doesn't. "You're very fat Hans, you're at a vastly higher risk of all sorts of health problems compared to a normal man your age. You should lose weight, I've told you this before. What kind of example is this to your children?" she then went on to sing the praises of my other uncle who, to this day, looks like he could stomp the shit out of your average gymbro despite being early fifties. About fifteen years ago we were spending Christmas at my grandparents house and in comes my aunt ( by marriage, to the fatfuck uncle mentioned earlier ) wearing some kind of tight fitting leggins or tights with a short dress, basically it looked ridiculous. Without missing a beat my grandmother tells her this is a ridiculous way to dress for someone her size, my aunt tried to defend herself by pointing out that my mother was wearing a custom, form fitting black dress. "Yes, and? Algermas's mother has an amazing figure, she could sit here in a bikini and it still wouldn't be as inappropriate as you exposing everyone to your corpulent form, please go home and change." When my youngest uncle married his butterball my grandmother was in a particularly foul mood when we had to keep redoing the wedding picture with everyone in it because the bride was unsatisfied with the results. "Darling, please stop putting us through this, it's hot outside and no photographer is good enough to make someone your size look good, one more shot and after that im taking the children inside to get something to drink." Other highlights include:  Death stares whenever one of the ham family members would eat anything off of the customary snack tray, not offering fat people a piece of cake, rebuking any and all complaints about weight, weight related health issues or weight related inconviences by telling them to stop eating so much. Constantly hammering it into the heads of fat relatives with children that their lifestyle would end up hurting their children tremendously and that by setting such a poor example they were setting them up to fail from the start. And last but not least shaming the shit out of anyone who couldn't keep up with her physically. EDIT: I forgot one of the best stories After my grandfather died she lost her mode of long distance transportation as she hadn't driven a car in decades. She would normally go to the swimming pool twice a week on her own, riding her bicycle but as the weather was shitty I decided to pick her up and go with her. As we enter the pool she says: "Algermas, I understand "the gays", I really do. So many very young, extremely fat girls. How is a young man supposed to find a nice girl to be with? Sure there are a lot of fat men but the girls are so enormous at such a young age. It wasn't like this when I was young, it's terrible. I can't blame the gays." Theirs truly was the greatest generation, not afraid to say it like it was. No PC bullshit. She is sorely missed.