Dear Reader, I Saw My First Dead Body Today
I have to tell you something: your priorities are all wrong.
My Grandad died this Thursday.
I know, I know. He was 90 years old and dying is what grandparents tend to do.
Except he was joking with me at home on Monday, and I was gently ushered in — by a nurse I must look about 16 to, reluctant to…