The Grandgalaxy that just won't die [Rant] My grandmothergalaxy is so damn obese, it's hard to put into words, so I'll make a list: She lives in a big house with 7 rooms, but only uses two of them. One is a kitchen, living room, bedroom and dining room all at the same time, the other a bathroom. Why? Because she's too lazy and fat to walk across the house to get from one room to the other. They had to buy one of those gigantic toilets for her. I (sadly... I'm still traumatized) had to use it once, and almost fell in (I was about 16 at the time).  She huffs and puffs at every step she takes with her walker, and walks with the speed of a legless turtle.  The previous point is the reason why she almost never leaves the house, except when someone's doing the shit she's too fat to do herself for her, and she has to satisfy her need to bitch at anyone who is dumb enough to try to help her. She'd just stand there while my mom was taking care of her garden and bitch between deep breaths. Yep, she gets out of breath from simply standing...leaning onto her walker. She got a German Shepherd puppy years ago, because the fat bitch just really needs a "guard dog". The dog is chained to a wall next to the front door 99% of the time, and only experiences the joy of going for a walk when my uncle feels like doing it.  I've never been able to eat anything she ever cooked without feeling extremely sick. It always tastes like pure fat. Even the damn mashed potatoes.  My mom was unable to find a scale with a large enough weight limit for her. She joked that the only way we could ever figure out how much she actually weighs would be by driving her to a zoo.  Oh, and I forgot to mention she's a fucking psychopath. I'm not even sure if she's an actual human creature capable of feeling emotions. Almost every single member of her family despises her. Just the worst person thing you could ever come across. All she does is whine, eat, and torture animals...you might want to stop reading here, if you're prone to wanting to punch your computer screen.  For whatever reason, I'm guessing it's because she just doesn't care about anything but food and herself, she never gets any of her cats spayed, but she also doesn't want to waste her precious food on more kittens. So, what does the psycho pig do? She puts the newborn kittens into a barrel filled with water, closes it, and lets them drown. The horrific kind of death she deserves.  I've gone no contact with her years ago, so I don't have any more stories. I guess it's better this way, because there's not way I could hide a corpse the size of a king size bed.  She's still not dead. I've been waiting patiently for years, but it just doesn't happen. Thankfully, she hardly ever sees a doctor, so it's just a matter of time, but she's still taking too long. /rant